Surely this is a swolen gland of memory
Cursing through my body
Pinching where I’ve been hurt before.
Should I starve you out?
Let you waste away like autumn flowers
Suffocating upon the bed you’ve made?
A cry from depths of my unconscious being
Let out like lightning bolts
Surging through my veins in callous blood clotting.
I hold the reigns, but I do not have this beast tamed,
Wild and friggart he still is
An uncouth I have yet to name.
I shall sweat you out
Heat driving mad, boiling away impurities
With a flame I have stoked ever higher
Designed to inhibit boulders
That this dungeon was built upon.