Concave prism holding bones,
afterworlds align in wait;
Auction held in warping pine,
sanctioned by unquestioned fate.

Engrailed letters in stone,
surely they will render blind;
A man who gave in too soon,
the lone son he left behind.

Bribed by a deceitful ghoul,
angel extends his hand to thine;
Lying in my second womb,
blissful horizontal shrine.