argyle water:

Argyle water.

The iron serpent billowing ash.

A servant to an old god.

Name lost to tongues that can’t make its shape.

I wore her scales.

Gleaming in the waxy sunlight.

A burning hotbed of rubies.

Begging for sapphire.

I understand what it is to ache, to long.

Tongue reaching for the rails of light.

The pain could make you pure,

it could burn you to cinder.

Another sin to be set on the wind,

trailing in the serpent's wake.

Sliding across the great one’s back,

shoulders as broad as Atlas’s.

I was a titan once too.