Fallen Vipers
Vipers climb these walls;
These walls, eternally tall.
Lining these walls, crannies and nooks;
Reviving shelters to which these vipers look.
Just below these shelters, a moss of deep green
The top edges glow a red sheen.
Blue wind blows from within
Cooling the vipers' thinning skin.
Through the day, through the night
These vipers fight a tireless fight.
Is there a purpose, a reason?
These vipers give their short season?
Relief beckons from below, a lie.
Caught for a moment, these vipers raise their eyes.
Suddenly, these vipers see cracks
From which flames gush to attack.
These vipers peel off the wall,
Helplessly despairing the Fall.
Is there a purpose, a reason?
Yes; they have been given a Son.
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