Serpent

If I cannot fall
Then at least let me hear the ground
For all my strife comes down to sound
And sound gently gets to crawl.

If I cannot bear
Then at least let my hunger blaze
For all my power comes down to craze
And craze gently gets to scare.

If I cannot last
Then at least let my music cry
For all my voices come down too shy
And shy am I of dreams so past.