Thy Serpent Calm Blinking

We now could face our seedling,

and to accept the disliked figure it bears

Watch while it stings my growing

as this old friend lasted for years

That grey and simple passage hidden within

My beloved nectar, it is what he needs

held inside ethereal glass of red potion

I do now lie cold in grass and plead

Begging this familiar face to give oceans

but he just hands me the weeds

as morningrise never reached my chambers

I stare that pale knife with greed

It flashes the only colour to my portrait

in this moment's ashes; it is a dream

No tears to give for this long trail

this elixir; my blood is what I bleed

In a word of simplicity and hasted strength

I never saw that blinking again...