Voices of fury rise with the flame
Venting black hatred
--The veins of this house are steaming fissures
Walls quake, resounding deep thunder:

Denounce and blame

This sinner,
Thy divine creation
Born of slime in thy caverns concealed

Fed upon anger
Clothed in mistrust

She lies with shadows
And breathes the dust
Of her prison,

Her sacred home
Dripping with blood and
Frothing foam

Silent fury shreds her life
In an act of lust
Her weapons, forgotten,
Are gathering rust