A hooded figure, an unforgiving stare
Ascends from abyss
An ivory staff caves the ground
A raven stallion neighs
No gleam in those cyan eyes
Impatience wrinkles that face
Spikes of ice holding me in place
Draw out as I strain in vain
Dismembered fragments of self
Levitate, descend and end
Gratified howls of bloodhounds
I hear as I surrender my claim
A soul lent to an unholy god
A debt not taken but paid
Be gone, that which was alive and mine
Be gone, frozen, and undead.