all seven sins and sixteen commandments 

committed and contradicted -

twisting ankles and scraping knees to forge a memory

i never got to make in the prior season:

walking, terrified,

through wandering graffiti-walls and 

haunting;

trying my best to be more fearsome than

whatever foul beast had lurked there

in broad shadow

just centuries before.

and as it were -

and would always be -

a vision wove itself before me, 

parting in scenes and flickering in-between divine roots and hallowed veins...

i was akin to the moon -

silver sanctiloquent shadow shimmering 

blue on my shoulder.

i was akin to the serpent - 

scowling and scaling til my scales

nascent green.