a water runs still into the blight
silently slithering eating the night.

defiled within the cisterns of hate
eternal damnation of bile-bitter ruth
an old lonely vessel sails past the gate
traversing this viscous devourer of truth
heathen this soul that stumbles thus far
echoes of fiendish howls shatter his will
xanthic a piece so plain yet bazaar
tosses he this to the boatman's till
run! his destiny has yet to be sealed
away he makes with much of a haste
charging headon to darkness reveals
there is no more but a gutter of waste.

sinful. nefarious. licentious. chaste.