Standing Southward in a Westerly Wind - Wormwood
The lungs of a dead earthChoking on dirt
Bile and broken teeth
Our plague is birthed
Scourge of Abaddon
Purged of our worth
A collapse of our gnashed beliefs
Our plague is birthed
The silence of a broken creed
Falls plaintive; blind, deaf, and mute it trembles
Pariahs, sound the seventh song
A choir of ruptured lungs to sing the praise of a blackened sun
Bent toward the sky
Starless, the night
Wormwood, in bitter fall
Rent from its flight
Gnarled with vines
Wormwood, with shivered thrall
Corrupted under locust breath
A miasma lies weightless, numbed in choler
Above us in curdled pitch
The scent of putrescent light that once fell deft on moon-fed wights
Bent toward the sky
Starless, the night
Wormwood, in bitter fall
Rent from its flight
Gnarled with vines
Wormwood, with shivered thrall
Elohim aum
His vassals
The coldest sun
Frozen black
Dusk dawns
The coldest sun
Frozen black
Written by:
Sean Harold
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