Beaten, broken, bruised and battered,
Left for dead, hollow, tired and alone
In the dirt with its stone heart shattered,
A lowly king on a mudstained throne.
Blood and bone, rattling moan of rain…
Edgy, empty horrors, slither, skitter past
The aching limbs shivering in eldritch pain,
Wracked by the sobs of he who laughed the last.
Picturesque portrait of faded, gory,
Twisted, hoary colours, sullen brothers
To the ashen tinge of fallen glory.
Chasm of dread haunted by Others.
Beyond the brightest breach brought blight,
The blinding darkness binds down deep
The throws of sickly, dying light
From whence the primal evils seep.