The River Lethe

The River Lethe

The Raven sears above as the Serpent stirs below

And cancerous wombs vomit forth black prodigies before the throne of Saturn

Behold, These children born with wounded eyes, severed tongues and the death veil adorned

Who slither upon their bellies towards the Black Sun, flesh withering within the light

All rot, ruin and decay. Below, blood stained lips wet pious hands in sermon of silence and slumber

This is the Fall. A choir of dying children upon the ramparts

The River of Blood flows once more

And the starving of a thousand begins anew the great feast for the One

The stricken crawl forth wailing towards the raging streams of chaos

Unto the gluttony of the Devouring Maw. May the waters swallow them all

These blind and ruined souls, who wander aimlessly within the labyrinthine walls of pitch

The Black River swells to receive them

Oh, great lake of sorrow. The sea of slumber in which the weak and weary are cast

In which all within struggle for breath with no respite. Poison is what the breathe

Within the depths of sorrow all shall drown and be undone