This bloodied pen is a facade
All talent drained on the promenade.
Eroded words on crumpled parchment
Leave no solace for the "artist".
A conqueror Worm of Edgar's lore
Has seen the light in mirrored ore.
The illuminated cynicism
Adds more iron to his prison;
The Keeper ever vigilant.
Watching slowly? The Dissent.
One forbaying, each dreams touch,
The other waiting til Worm erupts.
