Lucifer:
Bellow taunting winds, parched throats retort
The febrile flocks ebb ever forward
Sand parts to mark their passing
They lift their hands from the earth
This defining osteo impasse
To ascend from quadruped
Of all life the onus lies in her lap
No rhyme or reason, malleable spines forgiving
Triumphant, the weight of all
Consequential, the penny drops
Branches partition
Lineage ingrained
Womb significant
She the worth of the multitude
Transitions of our assembly
Visceral wires in sinew flare
Delicately hew thoughts ascent
Submerged in clay
Feet earned competence
Pathways through contours
Encephalic routes
Crow lines tell stories
Every scar hides a tale
We foster our reverie
With weathered tenacity
Lucifer:
Within this mind, I find my ward, bearer of the sword
Authority:
These whims carry, these whims noticed
This mind it threatens purpose
Time gathers impetus
This mind must obey
Lucifer:
I hear this mind burgeon
I feel his grip tighten
My words are a salve
I fathom its rhythm
I challenge his hymn