The Final Threshold

I take a step beside myself And prepare to pass this test Letting go I peer down the well My face below the water's surface Willingly I surrender And become as my reflection Awakening in a dark pool With a cross standing in its center Coiled around the cross a serpent The guardian of the golden fleece This is where my final challenge awaits With my sickle I cut off its head And from the wound sprout two in its stead One of which disarms me the other bites my leg Scales burn my skin as it slithers 'round my neck Thrusts its tail down my throat cutting my breath With talons tearing even after death Flaying the skin off of my head Rent piecemeal My body's cast down the depths Dismembered in accordance to the rule of harmony