Serpent Salvage

Milky eyes gazing through my whole haze-covered castles in my sky slithers into thoughts shedding skin, meager cry (out comes me, but new) Are you the spawn of Quetzalcoatl? returning to care for mastermind people. On you Hermes once relied mending mortals before they died, deceiving the Reaper of another soul. Coil at the pedestal of my spine, raise up and guard my Golden Fleece, attack swiftly my failing heart preventing what could produce disease. Patron of ending cycles, bring to me a new start, where caged birds discover release, their memories lost in time transformed into fine art Ilse