Deus Vult

Enter the translucent spire

And inhale the fragrance of oak and satin

Sever the wretched rags of turmoil

From mind and body alike

And cover your ears for words beyond the threshold

Take refuge beneath my wing of tattered skin

Bestowed upon me by leaders up high

And I shall shelter you from the scalding rain

Hear my augury

Of endless torment and sorrow

And choose your path with baited breath

Use my eyes to see

And watch allies and friends become as serpents

See the thick vines of treachery

Upon which you have never laid sight

Weaving grotesquely from roots ubiquitous

Pour yourself into me

And I shall channel your passions

I shall fulfill your longings and heal the scars of old and new

My prophecies are the blade

And my proclamations the buckler

Take arms and heed

For knowledge is the foe

Speak not of mortal triumph

So paltry and arrogant

Dust and blood at outset and end

Nothing more

From my tower of ivory

I watch

In madness they flail

And with lunatic’s words they howl

The final dusk comes

And no thought for the morrow is taken