Matriarch

Lucifer:

Bellow taunting winds, parched throats retort

The febrile flocks ebb ever forward

Sand parts to mark their passing

They lift their hands from the earth

This defining osteo impasse

To ascend from quadruped

Of all life the onus lies in her lap

No rhyme or reason, malleable spines forgiving

Triumphant, the weight of all

Consequential, the penny drops

Branches partition

Lineage ingrained

Womb significant

She the worth of the multitude

Transitions of our assembly

Visceral wires in sinew flare

Delicately hew thoughts ascent

Submerged in clay

Feet earned competence

Pathways through contours

Encephalic routes

Crow lines tell stories

Every scar hides a tale

We foster our reverie

With weathered tenacity

Lucifer:

Within this mind, I find my ward, bearer of the sword

Authority:

These whims carry, these whims noticed

This mind it threatens purpose

Time gathers impetus

This mind must obey

Lucifer:

I hear this mind burgeon

I feel his grip tighten

My words are a salve

I fathom its rhythm

I challenge his hymn