Call of the Nameless Black

I know these ancient halls by heart from wondrous dreams
I strive along without a thought – blinded, yet I see
Overhanging shrieking gaps: a bridge as thin as bone
Abysmal echoes whisper of things 'til now unknown
Leading to Earth's bowel, a path winds onwards
At the heart of mankind atrocities unfold

Twisted human misshapes decorate the vaults: a dark
Abomination wrought with beastly claws. Demented ornate
Structures – the unutterable described. Such exuberance…
A hideous work of art!

Submitting to rituals of blackest divine
Transforming me into a shadow of time

Call of the nameless black

All human feelings disappear, save morbid fascination
The air breathes hate and scorn and death. That smell…
A bliss to suffer! The ground: a rotting, reddish fen; a lake
Of boiling faces. The scent of horrors undefined –
Celestial putrefaction

The stench of torn cadavers contaminates the air. Bloated
Bodies put to rest on piles in endless rows. A tumescent
Mess of flesh and bone – remember: such is life, and no
More will I be trapped inside. Assailed by ghoulish
Perceptions – around me the nightmare unveils

Call of the nameless black

A mass of unspeakable figures encounters my bed of stone
Horrid… that footfalls so different can move in such
Perfect rhythms. My deepest wish and utmost fear unite in
A graceful crescendo. A second away from my last breath
With eyes closed I'm ready to face death