You assembled your cathedral
With flayed ribbons of coiled flesh
And shored them with pillars of stainless steel.
A mystifying sanctum hidden deep
In your mine's hallucinatory vault.
You maintain your unorthodox shrine
By the sanguine rays of a creeping aurora,
Whose baleful light sheaths the walls
Of every claw-chiseled corridor
In an ominous shade of garnet.
You cultivate impossible, flourishing tracts
Against the dripping fringes of your ghastly basilica.
Swaths of warped orchid and thorned, unyielding vine
Nourished by the garnet glow where nothing should survive.
Guarded by your mine's labyrinthine weave
Of perpetual corridor and fathomless pit,
Your lurid sanctuary remains yours and yours alone.
The vault of your mine
Is your new heaven.
Its flesh and steel wrought temple
Your new asylum.
Will you let me in?