Stygian dolls

In peril;
our eyes when lain upon war
 
Sterile;
Is the affect in our core
 
Harrowed;
By the tyrants of perpetual scorn
 
Swallowed
mired
writ forlorn
 
Wired
In a vessel of wrath  
 
Inspired
Not to follow the path  
 
Jaded
Lines of wayward ire
 
Faded
Waste of fervid fire
 
Blackened;
Lest the death mark quaking
 
Fissured;
Chasms ‘neath ground breaking
 
Deepened shades of frenzied calls
Clamouring wit of Stygian dolls