He was a creator of talent rare, whose works earned great reknown, and jealousy in equal measure, from those much lower down. He labored beneath a city vast, ruled by lust and grift and gun, where much work was accomplished, to ensure little else was done. Shortly, a savage band assembled, around the maker's domain,… Continue reading The Maker
Under cyclonic skies, where no owls sling; upon brawny boughs, where no doves sing; over roiling wastes, where no eagle flies, there, the scene, where the serpent shall rise.
In sound and fury you delight, sovereign of vast gulf of night. Thy gelid wrath in umbral flow, vitiate both high and low.
Thrilling cut, through meekness, strike, to fracture earth and skin alike. Malformed, craven, sickly clique, upon them horrors, savage wreak; til blood is strewn across the stars, precursor to their fate once ours.
Sat the abyss, the blue marble shines, stony step of a steep stair to climb. Red god and lover, first to be tread, that decrepit Jove's laurels, may, thorough, be shred. Reaved the caduceus, sandals unwinged, progeny freed from Ops' consort's rings. Thereafter, the father, by sickle undone, reposing before, the horse master's run. Wrest… Continue reading Aevum
Dead men speak from living maws, as cordyceps, rampant, affixing jaws. Gnashing flesh of self and kin, rending veins for phantom sin. Their funhouse mirror reflects no face, no eyes to chart the charnel waste. Yet, from the blind, keen cheers abound, libations for the hungry ground. As the last lichling tumbles in, a eulogy… Continue reading Necroontologic
Short breath falls the worms arraign, flesh before a clamoring hain. Hungry ore, the mold it fills, maw surpassed, now overspills, the marble blue, to gild the dark.
Let no deceit from memory pass, that buried all may be the frass. Tainted pips from wilted trees, auspicious of unborn perfidy. Bound in amber, dry, confined —therein, sure an ax to find.
Shattered stones, the waters bound Hushed be wind, the roots unwound Ichor bled, from sea and sky From space and earth, til wet was shy On that fire, supped and filled And with the remnants, pyres trilled From the carcass, dark and glassed A fleshspun spire by hunger massed.