Fly, you fools!
I have been to hell and back,
seen death, and slept sound in black
and white, heavy as mountains inverted,
sacred incantations, holy, murmured,
and laboured in planes of lightness, grand.
I have bled, as man and others,
in this world, the last and the next,
and remembered/forgotten memories,
halls, friezes, new, vile inscriptions,
wielding gravely, to a redeeming inception.