Eyes, scanning the shroud of shadows
in the corner,
at the side of fireballs,
screeching & seething with bloods—
smeared in the forehead,
four letters don't die,
those petious moans & stomach-souring thumps,
only a whining request between a poorly built
and bulging stone,
"Please, don't let it die."
A caterwauling sound echoes in the dark night,
searing the tormentous screams into their soul.
It's a deadly sword,
Striking every point- to heal,
Burning, humbling, piercing.
Striking the glade, he makes his way in the stone
building, there's no one to guard.
but can make out some screams & stony
voices within, their low harshness remind him—
of lonely vaults & mildewed tombs.
Deep & seeped with malice,
only one voice echoes,
"You may kill me, not my words."
Searching for a gap to look through,
they prepare themselves to meet their Creator
in this womb of pandemonium.
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