Gaze down upon a face knew well,

Below my ghost my body broke my love lay sullied and my land lay scorched

They broke my back but spared my will-ghastly intent through cold vein runneth still,

Oh, the blood that spilled like rivers was left to chill here in the night,

Flesh and bone the feral lie that sleeps the storm and stills the mind though mind so rid of yolk so split finds wings and horns and eyes and time to fly,

Without purpose a spirit weeps in vain,

None to hear none to feel none to know this lonesome spirit’s tale,

Scene of horror spreading like moss, seeds my purgatory,

I have found underneath all things lay the wyrm eating dreams devouring ill raiment gives them away as does the twist of the blade I have found underneath all things lay the wyrm coursing through the blackest veins of an earth unkind,

Husk lain down and spirit doth fly untethered the soul to rich soil my time lay perished in dirt and make fattened the wyrm and go blind in the glare of its wreath round me lay remnants nay sensate nor whole vestige intact of a rainbow collapsed offending eyes far more than the black of the hole that runs through it all it gnashes it tears and eats and gets fat on blood and lies and pain sublime-spirit bereft of tether’s arrest-a sad ghost to wander all alone,

Below black wings a cold wind brings cold rain,

All to hear all to feel all to drown in the cold black growing stain,

Seed of no father blooming on high from pollen of everlasting grief

Something-someone-a shadow-a form

Dead leaves-scatter like dreams beneath its feet a godless angel ‘dorned with timeless crown,

Reticent tangle sprung like a weed aching like thorn’s bite refusing to heal,

Tells me its secrets tells me its thoughts tells me its story though name it does not,

Tales of beginnings tales of their ends odd how they mirror mine own and own them we do,

A deal an offer an answer two nightbirds a stone and cast,

Destiny reveals a horrid cure for a terrible parasite,

Rode in on the black wind of the eternal sigh of our mother’s waning gasp, A dream a god a specter of ever night climbing the vines of forever’s fate,

Leaden skies bleed into black as infernal cries emanate from cracks like smoke,

Points its finger to an earthen hole where the wyrm it hides beneath its crimes alone ,

Down the hole we go in stride our hollow bellies groan ever hungry,

Upon the trail the scent of dread is fierce-we corner the beast then cut off its fucking head, Writhe around ‘mongst horror’s sound and paint thee blood on broken crown

Writhe in pain as fate has deigned celebrate the flood from open vein,

Riding waves cascading red as dead as they take me down into abyssal depths,

Now all things within my reach as I become one with all,

Of earth and trees of birds and the bees,

Of fur and scale and soil born disease,

Within all things that walk or crawl or hold to earth with rooted claw my spirit fills the cracks betwixt with cold intent of winter’s kiss,

Here be thee the fate of men in shape of horror’s grinning bend their march I taste like bleeding hearts the trail begins and ends in dark,
Onward-inward,

Coursing through black veins of earth.