Harshness given is harshness earned,

The deflecting of blows,

With the talons of crows,

Who are you now?

What brought you so low?

What is your mind?

Entangled with woe,

Do you see spectres?

Or the truest of foes?

Cresting highs,

Crushing lows,

Who are you really?

As you twist to and fro?

Are you even you?

Do you even know?

When those gods that you worship,

Manifest as your crones?

If it is you who attacks you,

Are you you anymore?