A rotten piece of red meat slowly melting under the Sun
is oozing the most obscene yet attractive aromas.
It has reached your nostrils;
and you fell into the iced depth of those two lusting mirrors,
in which you see a King.
You the Snake’s puppet;
dragged into a lecherous pit,
that fills you with Strength and Solace.
The very thing you’ve sought elsewhere
whilst cultivating weakness in your own nest;
the very thing I failed to provide you with,
for I needed it myself.