Silver bows to
blackened sludge
heart pounding in the breast
of a foul infernal
creature born of accursed fire
tire
more
heavy burdens
a weight
anchor
duty
jumbled prophecies
and ethereal
haunting
beauty.
Writhing
sliding
trudging
through the
bogged remains
of dogged fools
bones jutting
protruding
decaying pillars
lost to the dying flame.
Interweaving
intertwining branches
contrasting ghastly
white skin
decrepit wood in
grasping hands,
fingers long
talons crimson coated
death on every breath
the rushing wind
steel through air
a burden to bear
a weapon to raise
once more facing the
final days
the sights
the sounds
a lord fallen
my brethren
your home
your throne
devourer of men
home
of the depraved lord
Aldrich.
