I saw asudden the cold and rook-delighting world
Dungeons wails and crypts swell
Twelve moons in hell
Under the ciphers’ spell
All that is solid melts
Like flesh into air
Old gods dethroned
Calling forth unmoored vast formless things
In patterns of thy butchery
In the shadows of my breed
Leviathan now quartered, drawn
Black dragons of chaos tamed
By runes opaque
In twilight ritual, the world unmade
Lost in red winds
The rooks, rising in a net
Descend again
Silent, in a net upon the trees