They all stood there staring

as the juggernaut god built the final tower.

The tower scraped against the sky

as a golden dagger amidst a concrete world.

There above me was a woman

with a face full of rot and shadow.

I beckoned her closer

with my sharpest black talon.

She grinned and floated towards me,

bare breasts weightlessly shifting,

weeping crimson spheres.

I waited there smiling

as the pair of white wings

unfolded to reveal

a glowing newborn

with vision fed

by an infinite abyss

separated into two sinister openings

that devoured all blessings.

Where once my father lay

was now a drying puddle

of luminous crimson betrayal.

Remorse was absent

as I felt his screams

vibrating the tunnels of my eyes.

Amongst the spiraling rubble

stood a figure with a bladed maw

and slithering serpent fingers

staring at me with a complacent gaze

of orange and torturous fire.

Wherever I wandered

there was a shadow

of a man with two heads

mimicking my steps.

"There was a time

when I wasn't chained to these walls.

It wasn't long ago

that I was king of this land," said the old man

naked and bound to the wall.