The Monument

The sultry jungle steams its vapid breath Choking and drowning with humid hate Life crawls and scurries struggling to and fro A pyramid of roughly hewn green block rises A stunning mountain out of place Creeping vines grasp and control Embracing greedily everything within reach Serpents dance in the obscuring shadows While human bones decay on piles of gold Sacrifices to hungry elder gods Feeding their ravenous needs Imagined by fearful fools and priests Etherial mist enshrouds minds Looking into the starlit night To find the piercing light of truth Cold and alone, death goes unanswered