Dungeon
Deep
Long, groping,
black fingers of Obscene shadow Crept Cloven hooved Along the
darkening walls.
In the dripping
forest Subdued, But awakening Furies softly cackled. Nymphs and
Naiads hid in shame.
Wet leaves
rustled As Imps, Sucuba, Familiars, Trolls
and Harpies Rushed To heed their Masters call.
Depravity and
corruption Stalked The silent chambers and Those not yet
asleep Covered their heads And lay Atremble.
Formless
shapes Slide From cracks and through cracks, Seeking The
source Of this nights Abomination.
Deep In a
thick-walled chamber, Infamy Danced hand in hand With
profanity.
A
thousand Putrid, Vile ectoplasms Gibbered silently As Lord
Ahriman Entered The welcoming soul Of the host, Naked Before the
rack.
Not before the
first Dull Leavening of light Watered The darkness Did the
obscene forms Flee To their myriad hiding places.
A
found poem taken from Frederick Covinss latest novel
Satan's
Fuehrer |