His Shadow

never seen morning

in ceremonial darkness and abhorrence

we consecrate him in our hollow dreams

dual discipline, to pray and seek

archaic might

pressure from the interior of earth

blackness and darkness

witnesses of this what passed away

here where sun never rises

where clouds are made of dust

in the kingdom of rats

in the temple of stench

let his shadow fill our souls

with signs of the might and absoluteness

to crawl in cave of boiling sulfur and his glory

to devour essence and all hope of beings