Sonnet Ii

In the dark cell of the monastery Brother Ambrose chants his chant alone With blue blood flowing through his arteries And Holy Fire burning in his bones Incense smolders with a mystical fragrance And candles flicker before the Icon But wet fog falls over God's creation Caught in the coils of Satan's python It coils and coils around the Earth Crushing those bones and spilling that fire Under the scalpel, the Planet gives birth And the Celestials sing in an evil choir Brother Ambrose whispers and whispers his prayer Yet none hear their cry, save the Lord of the Air