Come see it, my vassals, all ye loveless,
See what I made for thee and thine,
A pool nestled at this dank cavern’s heart,
Let your many lives be not a number,
And find here untrammelled succour.
Virii from the Lethe, it’s tributaries,
Styx and Acheron, breeding, blooming,
Dark and virulently petulant with bleeding
Horror from unknown depths for my children
Rife amongst the sulphurous realms dreaming.
The teeth of week old corpses were brought
Forth and melted down for the pool base, shiny
They were when taken from mouths rot corrupt,
The juice of fresh child eyes and tears
Poured within to bring that softness, fear sheen.
Hate from the underbelly of lives sadly lost
And always overlooked, forgotten, piled up
Till the hate leaked out in heavy streams,
Pooled like rotten liquid metal methane,
Taken away and poured down, for you all profaned.
The Devil Orchids, ruby hued and nodding,
Swollen, have sprouted from seeds so dark
From stark lands beyond the human soul’s song
Of Imagining and the periphery of life, nod at the edge,
Procured from demons masquerading as angels.
Those soft songs of morphine have lasted
Long enough for me to draw them forth
For you, my children, my loveless vassals,
For an anodyne soothing and forgetfulness
Bringing, a lullaby of lost souls, unwitnessed.
Leprous atomic angels with lips sewn shut
Watched as I threw those corpses down,
Poured a dead god’s gasoline over them
And alight set them, whispering as to sludge
The bodies burned, for you all, my vassals loveless.
I am no god, but a Lord at least of this land
Pale with recollections barely remembered
In other realms where hearts scarce beat but
For the poisons drawn from babies’ auras,