I have been as a serpent in the rubble,
A devourer among great stones and fallen fruit.
I have been ever-hungry in a world devoid of bounty.
But I stand as gentle monster now,
Eight delicate hands trembling,
Before the task of rebuilding.
Barely brick by brick, but incessant in pursuit,
I will erect a monument.
A great obelisk among the wastelands,
Adorned with the name of the queen of knives.