Hells Lost Chambers

From the undergrowth
Of the frozen red
His' eyes are howling
For your weight in silence
Your lying life of approximations
Lies still in the grave
And the distance rigged
In your undreaming eyes
Is eternal, like hell’s lost chambers
Death looms in his laughter
Like a brittle soliloquy
.on your stance and retribution
Whispered inwards
Towards your deep ancestry