the night of the mad encumbrance

serpent! you, serve and hiss,
now the history begins;
tell us of the fervent whimper,
and the intertwined threads of insanity.

serve and hiss, narrate us your deception,
or, if you prefer, the frivolous fluctuation.
you tricked that man of honour,
and we collaborated with you, with no candor.

to us, you served and hissed,
and him, we willingly wasted.
beguiled and bewitched was he,
and a sum of ten letters.

serve and hiss!
it was you who gave him that acrid armor,
it was you who defied the canon reversed,
and made the night descend.

he served you, unhissing,
unknowing, did merely what you told him,
encumbered by the weight of his soul,
enchanted by the storyteller, you evil ghoul.

at last, the hissing night fell down like eternity,
engulfed his last thread of known sanity.
serpent! how could you do this to him,
maiming his lanced heart within?

so, serve and hiss, cervantes! but do not forget this:
you tried to confine him in a world, cylic,
but a circle and a meridian are no match for the one,
who is the ingenious quick fix of a tic.