the beauty of Her Cycle manifests
in glitter of a thousand hungry wings
putrescent gold as creeping rot infests

as tendrils wend decay into my chest
warm arteries and mycorizae sing
the beauty of Her Cycle manifests

in rancid pools the truest form of flesh
awaits the compost's reimagining
putrescent gold as creeping rot infests

the tree of life bears fruit from fungal creche
upon the blighted shores, a reckoning
the beauty of Her Cycle manifests

no juice is sweet as oozing viscous drench
I slake my thirst upon its caustic sting
putrescent gold as creeping rot infests

the future slithers pure within my breast
upon the fecund shores, first sign of spring
the beauty of Her Cycle manifests
putrescent gold as creeping rot infests

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Daedalan, in the year 970 AF.