Formed in the decaying filth of the womb, wallowing inside. As the sun arcs it's way through the day the mass swarms to the host. Parodies of lust pervert the night.
This was once wedded bliss, in the house above the waterways. Barren and frustrated no hope of children. Their union descends into hate. More often she'd speak to her pets in the river. Fair thoughts would abide in lands far away.
She prayed she cried. She stared she begged but mostly she cried. I just don't want to be alone she said. Inserting a corpse of the recently dead, it felt honest. Not like the veil of spite from her love.
How spite blooms anew. Spousal jealousy to maddened foe. His wrath an unnatural act. Trapping, slaughtering the mammals she'd claimed as her own. Her own. Alcoholic he stumbles, a splash and he's gone. Her mind in permanent recoil. Neither knew what abided below. Aeons old malignant nodes of necromancy, suffering and pain. Shapeless arts awake, she bears the first.
She will remain here. Half alive beside the nightwater. How she prayed she cried. She stared she begged but mostly she cried. I just don't want to be alone she said. Birthing a new corpse unto her swarm of death. Doomed to mother and suckle, a sentient flood scours the night.
Preened in the chambers of decaying filth, slinking outside. As the stars arc their way through the vault, the frenzy resumes. Visions of feasting symbiotic sight. The feasting of The Lodge. That terrible curse of The Lodge. Unending hunger The Lodge. The only thing left is The Lodge.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
