Fenshaden Deeps

Tearing ground as though compelled by instinct
Long is the far-seeing forgot
Only decaying whispers, trailing on foul earthen exhalation from below
Of the mind-miners, encased now in mortar
Impervious not to the crawl of time...

Writhing worms, seekers scavenge a sunken sarcophagus
Fragments found, unreadable in their forgone script
Only those scrawlings, whose shapes ring through the inner beast brain
Sight of outlandish terrors, forming cognate kinship in the innermind

New words are spoken
Reanimated from silent stasis
Thе Godbook thus writ
We read the ritеs seeking commune
Entwining in sacrament
Interstitching limbs, adjoined as chimera
Chants make incarnate the outerworldly reflection of our sin, materializing in the murk
Of the fendshaden deeps