Necrocosmic Vision

Harken! Ancient tongues are roaring,

From a distant realm they emerge.

Rending this deathly hush asunder

as a ferociously clashing surge,

against the dreariness of

eternal slumber.

Embarking the bleak vessel to set forth

accross the ageless sea of deliverance.

Cloaked in garments of deluding secrecy

an emissary conjured, a fallen presence,

a benighted king soulless postulating

a direful theodicy.

Harken! Ancient tongues are roaring,

From a distant realm they emerge.

The source of conjuration slowly yielding,

driven out for it is nonsignificant

to a mortal dust traversing godhead.

Through a transcendental quondam tyrant,

maledicted and banished unto the habitations

of the hollow shells of the dead.

Harken! A rejuvenated tongue now speaketh,

obedience unto me, for I am mankinds dread,

praise be unto me, for I am maleficence thrice,

Limited being - thy skin unclean shall be shed,

Finite and imperfect, ennoblement to the greater

is ineluctable the lessers demise.