sonnet 12

Dark the dreams of those who watch. While sleeping

thoughts like entrails coil unruly, augur  

from blood wetted stone new visions. Seeking

there a chain of words, a binding order

with which to shape the smoke of burning incense,

and scribe such words of power on the dark

encompassing his hall of consequence,

as to hold him bound forever in his ark.

Thus must priest be master of deception

with bloody sacrifice deceiver deceive
while wisdom ponders over his creation
how darkness from the light she shall unreeve.
The lying tongue will lead the sheep astray

who seek his freedom and the end of days.