Leeched Silt
Bow down to the old one's tongue
Heed the words from Gods of old
Hung from rope and bled from the neck
You will obey my ashen rein
Scales spread from my hands
Engulfing my torso
I see you swim towards me
And break on the sand
Birthed in the wreckage of colliding waves
Now let me join you where there is only silt
