Earth Diver

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"Past the village, under sea ice, haunting the shoreline since days came from nothingness. Watching you with unblinking eyes, waiting for you to defy." The boy observes him before the fire Ancient tribesman speaking in somber tongue Fascinated, leaves in the night Glacial wind bites at his eyes Words of elders ring in his mind "Hair of a maiden, skin of a basilisk. Stealing children too brash to comply, sentencing them to the deep." "I'll come to you," The child calls to ocean depths from the snow He listens for the humming sound Wishes for the creature to appear Splash of water, unrecognizable noise Vision hazy, still his feet move ahead Flash of emerald, now a presence inauspicious Cranes to see, stability compromised Into the blackness of Antarctic sea Tidal momentum; submerged in her monarchy From waves, he calls to vacant land Sinks to the bottom Upon realization of his breach,they retrace his tracks A form floating near the polar fronds Familial collapse The tribesman lauds the child and curses the monster living in the waves, old as the sun Rising whale with emerald tail Merely adrift, more beast than myth

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Quiet dawn as fog lifts in Saint Esprit Target of a twisted covert trial People of the region unsuspecting As dapper agents empty out the vial The climate of the day unstable Esoteric knowledge on the table A policy of silence to suffocate the truth Tested on the meek and voiceless So they could weigh their choices Gladly trading souls for an edge in the war But the all hell broke loose A three-martini lunch unfolds in Ft. Detrick Story of the day on no one's breath Diethylamide in the blood Visages of hell on earth undone Mass hysteria consumes the village People leap from rooftops trying to fly Scratching to the bone, insects imagined Drowning in the sea to end the pain The straightjackets fastened tight as they loaded the asylum Thrashing wildly in their beds, bodies melt like molten lead Stomachs full of coiled snakes drove them to madness but delirium passed in time, with no admission of a crime Black swan song Seven gone Test gone wrong No stopping A "Stormy Epidemic" Cooked up by Sandoz suits To control a revolution Black swan sold as a crow

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

In the woods of Belarus, veiled in snow, the edifice awaits Horded close inside are the five, their every movement watched by delegates One by one they're led inside, vacancy becomes their truth to tend A voice from the ether, "The procedure is initiated." They open the vents The vapor settles in the temperate air The five waiting, holding their knees, scanning the room Finding nothing but rations, provisions that they promised Years of transgressions As they sit and wait, the memories give way to unnerving truth A simple trade of freedom, avowal to stay awake First day gone "Bear witness, my young allies, their sleep will never come." Five see dawn "No talent more instrumental. No need to lay with the sun." Fourth night, drawn, finds peace Program devised by men who couldn't know Deep in Belarus, under bureaucratic pall Wake to the seventh day, a sudden end to their colloquy Calm in the chamber now, an arithmetic anomaly Faintly whispers start, the paranoia becoming clear Joined in breathless tones, the five conspire An incoherent choir Watched through the glass Under sway of the gas Aware of covert stares Silent but for their breath Gather proof to make their plans March in lines through woods of the North A faction born of desperate times Sleep a weakness to give forth The ninth begins like all the rest Take vital signs, conduct the tests The screaming starts, no forewarning Their agony is given speech The wailing lasts until sundown, a sudden end gives them pause A silence coating the chamber, the dread of something gone wrong And now the voice from the ether announces imminent breach And from the first they encounter, "We don't want to be freed." The five are lost, eyes to the paneled sky Their battered mouths speak in concert "We transcend death. We must remain awake. We are the madness within you." Wretched forms beat at the wall Left to dream their waking sleep

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Under starless night on the slopes of Mount Parnassus He reveals is fateful story to the priests When his only son became one with the Aegean He embarked to find the Pythia of the East The clerics wring their brittle hands Three voices meld and speak as one "Give us the gifts you've brought for Pythia And all your years of grief shall be undone." With laurel leaves wrapped around his body, He proceeds on Sacred Way The Oracle his last remaining chance Head down, she breaths the ground Rising mist turns her words to prophecy Revered in frenzied state Parnassus-born Procession ends at eagle's height Adytum bathed in crimson light He falls before her sacred feet Calls for his son to live anew Her wailing echoes through the sky Her proclamations shake the earth Vapors command her to sing Above the Castalian Spring Far away, the sound of mourning wakes him from his dream Her tawdry spell a revelation of her fallacy He ascend her throne with resolution And impious absolution His desperate wish forever lost to time Head down, she breaths the ground Rising mist turns her words to prophecy Revered in frenzied state Parnassus-born

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

In a trance, under fever He is taken past the stars to the realm of souls A reunion of his ancestral lineage A promise of earthly rebirth "Dance for us and we will return! Forego the olden forms, know the Circle!" Astral vision brought to life He returns to teach the tribe A ritual Ghost Dance to summon those lost by war and famine A reverent display to restore all that's been removed Forming in circles and covered in war paint, invigorated With the beating of drums to guide their every move Dance to bring the harvest Dance to stop the end As the days and nights elapse, They all recite ancient prayers under the waning moon They call to elder souls to spare their doom He watches proudly as they step as one Yet as the winter approaches, he ponders when they'll come Fields unchanged, the tribespeople whisper Deprived of his power to speak with death Still the Ghost Dance remains Chants rising to the wind In a dream, out of darkness He is taken past the stars to a realm unknown Revelation of merciless deception Souls of the dead: shadow and myth "Dance for us and we will return!" Betrayed by the witch owl Broken Circle

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Under cover of dark they conspired Release from oppression inspired The shackles that bound unraveled Ever daunting, way out untraveled The trap was in place, bait swallowed The doctor fell prey, death followed The fluid inside the skull plate Pressure driven psychopathy Hands round the throat Scalpel to the skin Blood falls to the cement Evidence compounds Conflagration clears the ground Life was strained from all in the way "Life is earned for those who escape!" "Provisions will be improvised. The forest is where we must hide. The caves, to regroup and regrow." Demented civilization will rise They hunted, they plowed They took all that nature allowed This land, overthrown No choice but improvisation Wandering fools killed and claimed Straying damsels captured and tamed Some say the witches of Milford to blame Nooses still swing in the forest by the flames Decades scrape by Generations born into sin Mutated they stalk Those who dare to walk in the forest Be wary, there is trouble abound A new breed of humanity Surviving by hunting you down

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Though I walk freely, my time is not my own The mass inside me demands that I atone Abomination made of invasive cells "Becoming non-being," it utters at the outset of every day Unable to breath, enshrouded in fear Shadowed, withered, the specter incessantly appears The Seconal A noble fall by script of death A somber bypath When abyssal night carves its way inside, will they let me die? With the taste of my own blood and the stench of seeping pores I call upon my sovereignty to bring me home Self-made ending, transfer the power from the vile form One last autonomous effort to accept what I've become Prescription is filled, it goes in the drawer A final response for all that's in store A choice to remove a terminal weight with dignity spared Command of my fate A gathering of kin to witness my final breath Their hands and words allay me Memories to bring to death The brine assuages the terrors that I've buried Its spirit slows my thoughts Foreboding replaced with a cosmic clarity The truth illuminates the dark And all is quiet No voices, no sounds disturb my slumber The silence surrounds Legends have spoken of a terrible darkened sea All are mistaken; an unending ecstasy

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025