Feel it slither
down the steps of your spine,
like a dark poison
gliding.

Fingers twitch
all that slowed, the click of time,
with each second
sliding.

Vision dims
Turn a blind eye burning,
forked tongue heaving
slander.

Asmodeus grins.
From the deep: crimson churning.
A familiar presence,
anger.

O, WERT thou in the cauld blast

⁠On yonder lea, on yonder lea,
My plaidie to the angry airt,
⁠I’d shelter thee, I’d shelter thee.

Or did Misfortune’s bitter storms
⁠Around thee blaw, around thee blaw,
Thy bield should be my bosom,
⁠To share it a’, to share it a’.

“He who has seen everything, I will make known to the lands.
I will teach about him who experienced all things,
… alike,
Anu granted him the totality of knowledge of all.
He saw the Secret, discovered the Hidden,
he brought information of (the time) before the Flood.”