Deep within
Veiled woodland halls
There seeds a growth unnatural
Seldom few of living men
Have gazed upon this perverse fen Leech of gluttonous resolve
Affixed in lucid ritual
Spears of light pierce through these trees as dusk
Molests this forbidden ring
Nightfall shifts its crooked gaze
Embers rise betwixt the blaze
Acrid, wealth of stench unearthed
Surround this lake of mirrored worth
Ovid monolith
Carved from pitted stone
Observes the line of hooded robes
Descending towards his
Prison throne
Faultless hand of few
Circle the fire renewed
Shed all mortal fear
Weaving spiders come not here
Black sarcophagus
Offered in a hush
Polished altar gleans
For sacrificial suffering
Wind sown battlements of Tyr
Casts it's shadow upon the dire
Mock the world-blind men undone
That war for scraps of carrion