Soundless topaz detonation
Swells, a too fast/so slow eruption,
Illuminating in flash blinding white
Dims in shuddering waves, devolving
Back to the source.
Then comes the song…
The blastwave of sound, demon talk
And dark whisper of secret desire thrummms,
The creature calling, in its prison
Of bones and obsidian stone,
Crawling with lightning.
Spiderweb crackling creeping
Lightning spreads in malign yellow
Malice; the detonations continue,
Fracturous decay of the sonic booms
Ends on a piercing tone.
A spirit is drawn to that horror calling,
Its malice unmistakeable…
A warning and lure deplorable
Yet no less tempting for knowing
Of the ruin, the hurt, those sound blast decay delayed topaz noises