The New Plague

Hope only treads so far north... Nothing beyond but the vile tempest Ashen motes, dancing on high Strays linger there - of two legs, and four - Inheritors to the new plague’s crown To a Saronite maw, where lightless blood faltered To the ruin of all A lesson, taught Devoured by history’s shadow The fallen prince stood before their folly Tore from them hope with rune-melded blade Drank of their souls He ate of their hearth Of a terminal breath, Caught in the throat of the world (Guitar Solo – Dalek) Of alchemical horror, fallen The emerald murk - inhale its deathly fume and weep ...for the thousands, tens of thousands Become one with affliction Felled in haze at the gate (ft. Stevie Boiser) Lo’, the veil descends, burning Aglow, vermillion – and so ambivalent Cold, bemire the wreckage of light Thawed from the hearth of their bones Heresiarch! Defiling swathes flood the lungs Merged with blood and ill-omened flesh The deepening of necrotic wounds burrows its way into the soul Imparting the gift of the vagrant dead Hope only treads so far north... Nothing beyond but the vile tempest Ashen motes, dancing on high (Saxophone Solo – Lee)

Submitted by Grave666 — Nov 10, 2025