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.