Wretched Cimmerian Shamballa
Splintering blistered fingers.Chalk smears cake my body
white. Sweat perspiring down my face. Retracing lines to
tighten this seal. Clandestinely twining with devilry
coursing through the night. My wicked enchantments hurl
my body as it's careening through dust. Through dust and
light I feel I've made it. As my heart climbs through my
ribs it tells me so; the specter shows me so. The
darkness surrounding is growing as the specter sheds to
begin anew. Within it's body they are glowing on through
her. Their faces shine fiercely with such deep sinew.
This crooked mystery envelops all space around me as the
many faces speak as one. "Why have you come here; what
has brought you through? Why have you come here; what has
brought you through to my domain!" My body falters. I
feel myself begin to crumble as rickety noises force
themselves from my throat. I begin to form some sense
into an explanation. "I need to see this, to feel this,
to breathe! To see, to feel, to breathe in your miasma."
"Take refuge in the carcass my darkening soul. Albeit by
the force of beauty incarnate, do not release yourself
into this world. Here your essence is soluble."
