Posts tagged prose poem
The Summoning

From fathomless, endlessly dark and bottomless caverns
Where the fevered sigh of rebirth and creation issues forth hope yet despair
Rushed forth, as a thousand daggers, unite, into the gradual formation of baying and howling gales
Echoing, reverberating, lashing, whipping into formless, breathless winds
That envelop the cold pale shivering tender flesh of a ghoul forlorn to Time lost, removed from eternity and without course that follows no star

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