Awoken autumn creeps decayed,
Stiff frozen in womb of corpses’
embrace…
Crows and ravens scorch maidenly darkness,
Skeletal thoughts of twisted worms then
summon;
In the dusted rust of enshrouded
dwellings
We bleed withered beginnings and
howling ends…
Twilight’s liquefied dawn resurrects;
Nuclear suns merge into fetuses of
one’s selves;
The lateness of a glimpse never to
be seen
Amidst graveyard’s embellished ruins;
Skies thicken with mists and fogs;
Frozen fiends roar primal liturgies.
Foretold webs of destiny crumble
Under the weight of the pouring lead;
Tenebrous eclipse of lustful runes
Is cuffed to parchment’s famished canvas and
oiled,
Only to be unleashed in the heathen
cathedral –
The molten hells and heavens of
faith,
Who rotten in denuded miasma of skin’s
lament.
Aghast and flee! Our folk returns!
