Oh staircase to the abyss,
splintered spiral steps that
descend to murky black shadow
like a maw poised to bite,
I fiddle with nervous energy
with a thin band of metal
wrapped tightly around
a bloodied and battered finger.
The journey here, a marathon,
so fraught, so exhausting,
has seen me beset on all side
by tyrannies and harbingers
of evil.
My claim to anarchy will
be sated shortly, as I rule
over the quartet who cry
and shout barbed lights of
power through my very soul.