The Weeper's Way — Draugnim

Sway, boughs sway Contortion of pinion arms never still Sway nightsky away Flesh draped on scars and crippled will Rasp of rusty brace and rotting grins

Mouths like wells Rise bottomless blame Retch blood and shame Throats scoured from his name Wear her skin And sink, willing to drink Black skim From a breast of virgin

Dance the weepers way Dance, drowning white branch Shriveling roots, roots slaver wades Dance, in gangrene trance Pursued past your days

Tread weepers way That only dead could sail