When darker things come out to play


There will be times when the lights dim.
The stars will no longer illuminate the sky
For there are no stars that wander down here, little soul.

Here is more grotesque
More morbid
More visceral.

Here is the place you will come when your humanity has left you
So that you can caress marred flesh on gritted mud
With no light to cast reflections off pale silvered perfection.
Those things do not live here, little soul.


Not here.
Cast aside that which is unflawed
And take up the pelt of another creature
From another world.
Leave altars in your wake,
Trails of stench water from bogs,
And more crimson liquids cascading behind you;
A marked path leading the way to your core.


Here you will grow crooked nails with shards of bone
To crawl along the ground in deformity
Releasing guttural sounds in worship to a deity too ancient to speak any words uttered by human tongue.
Little soul, do you realize now?


It is not time to light the fires
Not now
We can burn away the grime
Another day.
Wallow a little longer,
Bathe in the darker things
And let loose the wilder shape inside
The one that has no definitive edges
With no boundary in which to hold it's madness
As it jerks about
Feigning likeness to more appealing creatures


But you knew it was never what it wore the skin of
Didn't you?
You knew this mask only hid an abysmal void underneath
And so you peeled away
The constraints and bindings
Picking at the fraying ends
To discover something less than human
Old as fuck
As it hungered for the very void itself
The thing that eats nightmares
To appetize its belly
For more hideous things
That may satiate it better.


Here is where we feed such things
So lay aside your delicate burdens
For a while longer
Lest they break in such a vicious place.
You knew what you came here for
With your fragile cargo tucked
Beneath arms that bare the stains of blood


Only the old gods linger here.
Offer up your sacrifice
To wager with Death Herself.
Ask Her what it is she would trade for that Little life you cling to so desperately.
Lay your libations upon the throne
And see what still remains
When she has picked through your bones.

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