skyeries:

one solemn morning on the

mountain of serpents and vines,

i saw the breath

of the forest exude to tell me that

all was fine,

and lo, came plague and draught,

soon after. i slept chilly in the night,

and looked to the wood in the day.

the frost took away my fingers and toes,

callously nibbling away at my limbs

like reptiles to flesh. a demon appeared

when i screamed for hell to make its wrath

known to me.

“happiness?” laughed the demon.

“it is false,” he said, and flew away.