Wyrm
Like a wyrm in the cloth
I will eat my way
into your heart
until the cost
of cutting me out
is the coin of Charon
is the red jewel
from the last measure
of the dragon’s vigor
I know how the shield arm
shakes with the force
of each strike
how the muscles
tremble when they are
taxed past bearing
I have carded wool
and spun
and woven cloth
so I see
how destruction
is an easier course
sliding with entropy
down the dangerous slope
down the mountain of ice
to reach the pool of fire
where it waits
inside of you.
