This blood birthed twine holds me tight,
A web I wove in the shadows of my demise.
I crawl to its touch,
Forever it holds my thoughts imprisoned,
Birthed, then, a night in me.
The chains loosen, dripping…
Blue glass pours deep into my tomb.
Shining, exploding my soul,
I see the glass fall—withering away.
Healing these wounds.
Nightmares in the flesh, I awake.
Hallowed is the night.