Warden Watch

And upon this day, a full solar past, I slept on dirt barren and bored, raked by nightmares of her shamanic silhouette. 

 

She called out to me. Planted within my hollow shell of a waking carcass, a seed of life, of reincarnation. Possessing me with her soul. 

 

Willingly, I fled to her, opened up my skeletal body and allowed her to take me. 

 

Sacred secrets of poison and rot. Seeping through ancient hill and raised rock.
 

Possessed by death and guarded by centennial curses, I gave myself to death, and with the grand surrender, was reborn. In command of my walking corpse now is Her.