Devil (Micro Poem XV.)

To sacrifice.

Micro Poem XV.

In the Palace of Rutile a king there dwells

who sits on a throne 'neath the shadow of bells

a choir  

           --of thousands--   

                                   piercing and shrill

for those  

              --who perished--

                                       to let him build

the Kingdom of Mold and let bloom finally

the Flower called Sin - his final victory

it may wither with him in barren depths

where lifeless bones greet squirming guests

Capella knows

                --his final will--

                                       by no-one understood.