Prisoner

Tempered face to which I'll hide,
these things I have, that dwell inside.
I hear their thoughts, just me alone,
A frightened foe I turned to stone.
The snakes will harken temptuous fruit,
and each their own will follow suit.
The legion says the battle is fought,
when mind can see what eyes cannot.
A phoenix rises from the ash,
my daughter smiles and begins to laugh.
Ouroboros carry me to the start,
before the noise and before the dark.