The Accursed Waning Ossuary
It lurks in darker monoliths,
And disembodied, feeble glades;
In noisome crescents to reveal,
Unspoken slabs of charnel shades.
Miasmal ichor of the tomb,
And aeons anxious gibbous sleep;
Inflexibly gelatinous,
As desperate portals lapse the deep.
Repellent, vivid, terrible!
The moist facades of sentience,
Assumed grotesque and obdurate,
Some damnable arcane intents.
An aperture of effluence,
Connote a mausolean span;
While shadowed cenotaphs repel,
The blasphemous array of Man.
Illustration by Brian Elig.
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