And West once more.nBeyond swirling of spitting seasnPast immense gates of bloody iron.nTrapped, the animal bites through limbs in steel teethnThe human succumbs, meeklynAnd they have souls?nnShall we discuss boulders?nSlick with tears or blood.nOr a flaming wheel.nBearing some screaming wrecknIt will always return, for the weaknOf coursennWe need not bow to the choking shroudn(The shroud of Erebus)nnSouls as bronze anvil, fell nine daysn18 from heaven to crash on cold rocknnWhen did we begin feeding on that lienWhen did we accept our own cagesnWe need not bow down to the choking shroudnThe shroud of ErebusnnWhy a life snuffled out in darkness?nWhy trudge towards a disappearence?nNo boulders or flaming wheelsnShall we talk of crawling chaos?nThey are your chains. Not mine.nnLearn stregth, wormsnI will not sink to your levelnA nine day journey to darknessnAh, Nyx. Close your wombnYour children are heavy. n