THE BLACK FLAME

BY TAZ


Descending The Spiral Turns Tighter
 
Weaving and warping the web
 
The Wyrm turns and
 
Tighter turns its bindings
 
In the land of its dreams
 
The fire burns deep
 
as its body changes
 
form
 
and
 
substance
 
The molding of new flesh
 
of new spirit
 
While the earth shakes
 
and the pains
 
are felt by all
 
 
The Birth may never come