Headless
What it felt like
Descending
Ravenous
Back broke
To see behind us
Mystics running
In mist
Steps thundering
As the canopy of seas
Spill unto seekers
Clouds spikes seeping
Down through stems
Spull mystic mist
As hammering fist
Down
A two-hour slope
Of dirt and rock
Hoping to not
Slip
On fogged cobble
Wet
From disembowled
Storm clouds
Consume Reality! 