Furrow
Knock, knock
This, my abode
Concealed and covered
My vivid home

Rooted between a rock and a hard place
Mattock and glowing pliers
Seize with one's teeth

Throb, throb
Hollow hall, hole
Saturated with passion
Volatile
But inexorable

Just outside
Hel's punishment and Valhalla
I'm neighbour of Prometheus
And I've seen all of their plagues

The light of reason – become charred
Throughout the season – the fruits become charred
Sporadic seraphim soars
Towards expanding dark
What entrails around the starlight
Befalls decay
Falls to my furrow

Shock, shock
I nestle far below
Denominations piled up
The pyre overflows

Exothermic process driven to cataclysm
I feel the fire gnawing both sides
Defiant and resigned

Grim fire has been ripened for the blight
Pliers cling
And the mattock
Upend the light