Embodiment

I can see the feral chants
They leap and jump and dance so abound
The binding quiteness surrounding their sound

As a mirror-like embodiment of looks
As one last shroud of warm vapor
As if always there
Step by step, its true form slowly chants
Together, one by one

The hum walks proud, forever intertwined within
Making me its grave. Relentless, Immortal Sin.