And for all those challenges issued there lie
Too many more to count, lords in their high towers
With robes stinking purple from riches defy
The word spread by meek mouths, soon changed
To the spread of gums slashed by broken teeth.
The royalty of olden days has come to this time
To die, so many who should have stayed there,
Where the master sent them long ago, in moods
Whose source ever lay unknown to us, loyal children
In infernal matrimony, trapped and yet willing.
In unfathomable swathes of dark do move
Scenes of the world without, fog frost obscured
In time, the arbiter of all activities, foreign
Bodies dislodged and disinterred from safety,
The spirits wandering in unholy curiousity.
A soul just separated from the host body
Roams at the obeyance of whims unknown,
Unidentifiable, one flickering point amidst myriads,
Possibility of absorption into the manifold many
Ever present, always pressing, threat without jest.
Upon asteroids in the deep cold dream beings
For whom light is an alien prospect, kept to reaches
Far from the worlds of warm ships and planetfall
Of wandering voyagers, seeking not these environs
Where the unknown creatures of possible nightmare
In space shrouded darkness do dwell; thus found.
This day all gods follow a road down
From heaven to ruination, the path
That rare led anywhere now makes
A harvest of deities misplaced, believed
In and deified by modern man only.
Ephemeral wishes form divinity in aether
To deliver them, part grown, barely mature,
To lands in which they swell, growing
Like the tides beneath a dank lunar pull,
The sowing yet to be made, planted.
Rigidity reaped is the harvest from souls
Too long in thrall to copper gods for whom
The realms sigh and seek to shake off
For ritual trapped mortals to become free:
This day all gods go down this road, to die.
Who would have thought so much could wait,
Slumbering beneath the skin?; slow explosions glow,
Erupting along muscle ripples, the secret name
Unknown until the guest has settled, unwanted,
A home made like wasps honeycombing
It pulls from tendons stretched to itching point,
Nerve impulses blended in with blazing dumbness
To align all corridors of the mind, inveigling into
Cracks, crannies filled to bursting with the effluvia
Let loose, burning amok in patterns without
Heavier than air, the miasma sinks to ground,
Disturbed by careless footsteps set down
Without thought for what may be stirred up,
Drawn to madness and fire, spirits let loose.
For the spirits who lie in wait, ever hungry
To absorb, to devour, the energies abound
In bodies swarming wild, loaded with power
Of the kind only souls lovingly provide.
Devils dream in the blood with hard wishes
To bring down mighty plans of pained demigods,
Each touch a rarefied wire gone live in spatters
For time lived without the assistance of angels
In the dark, slumbering sequels approached
In search of knowledge and succour.
Few lie in wait to be found, let alone resolved,
The conjuration of infernal flame lost in flow,
Ebb and tidal forces of horror hail at all moments
Inappropriate, the host burdened by hate,
Boundless by degrees dealt in exponential
Existentialism; devils ever dreaming anon.