Upon the promontory

I cast my shadow each way I walk,

through appeture caught in the gaze of a hawk,

through the senses of a corvid nesting,

although I'm the most insignificant stalk,

the aura I emit is the blackness cast in shadow form,

to overcast these harmless thoughts,

but the barracks of lost children sacraficed to Tlaloc for rainfall,

shall join my mouring for the morn to bring a more tangible premise,

such as red feathers bled upon by death settlers,

dead endevours I've attempted and understood as pointless,

so to dive makes sense but binds deadly,

wind my life like millepede segments,

on empty I decipher but to no avail with signs tempting,

monolith of what I resent such is the myriad of factors,

the promontory is hellbent, but here I am as an actor,

it's land will melt in hell fire but my facade will remain in tact,