Castle of Grief

Alienated Cast into the spiralling realms of deceit, I sought an asylum; a barren burrow, a place to keep the embodiments of my twisted phantasms, evolve and to emerge once ripe… As the labyrinthine shadows sway in reminiscence upon the sharp walls within this austere abyss I am to carve, bare boned, my own castrum doloris... and into my castle of grief I will invite the weakened with a promise of protection from the future’s tearing claws of perdition Encapsulated in a solitary crypt I will distil - purify - my fanaticism In the comfort of the grave I will ripen the slaves Ferment and breathe the exuding stench of rot! Tomb to womb - reversed birth I’ll dwell in the entrails of mother Earth Before I emerge I am to gather, secretly, the means of my disposal Men, women and children lured down into my cavern in search of salvation… but remember: thou who cureth can maketh ill… My means to drain their secretions... my snake-oil to void minds… It is my destiny to spread the elixir of suffering throughout the veins of this world. So when I beckon thee, come to me! Tread into Nil, become the mindly absentee Visions of evil distilled… Come! There’s a future to fulfil... Catafalque copulation - to breed upon the altar of devastation Womb to tomb to womb… Toxemic envenomation of the void

Submitted by Warbringer — Nov 14, 2025