Desolation’s Harp

In your dream-spun kingdom the rains never cease They transform your low roads into stagnant, murky shallows Dotted by the odd limb of timber and unsinkable refuse They keep your high roads in states of perpetual disuse Camouflaged from sight by sodden overgrowths Of sinewy briar and serpentine vine Shielded in a musty refuge high atop your flood water mansion You pluck your harp against the deathless echo of the driving rain Humming a joyless mantra not a single soul can hear In your dream-spun kingdom you seek a solace only the rains can lеnd A deathless echo to drown out thе whispers of a fraying lucidity A deathless echo to drown out the clamor of every tramp and knave A deathless echo to drown out the sorrows of the barely living and the freshly dead You'll forever pluck the strings of desolation's harp Longing for a soul to share in your oblivion

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 13, 2026

The dawn's first light revealed An empty, mangled soul Prostrate against the shale, It was you With unease we bent and kneeled Over the cliff's rust flecked brim Anxious to steal a glimpse of What lay below Adrift in the vast strands of grey Against the concrete cliffs Once the gasps and sobbing ceased Most withdrew and slipped away Prostrate against the shale, It was you You told me To always Stay alive Adrift in the vast strands of grey Against the concrete cliffs You told me To always stay alive Prostrate against the shale, I am you

Submitted by NecroGod — Nov 17, 2025

You assembled your cathedral With flayed ribbons of coiled flesh And shored them with pillars of stainless steel A mystifying sanctum hidden deep In your mine's hallucinatory void In your mine's hallucinatory void You maintain your unorthodox shrine By the sanguine rays of a creeping aurora Whose baleful light sheaths the walls Of every claw-chiseled corridor In an ominous shade of garnet You cultivate impossible, flourishing tracts Against the dripping fringes of your ghastly basilica Swaths of warped orchid and thorned, unyielding vine Nourished by the garnet glow where nothing should survive Guarded by your mine's labyrinthine weave Of perpetual corridor and fathomless pit Your lurid sanctuary remains yours and yours alone The vault of your mine Is your new heaven Its flesh and steel wrought temple Your new asylum Will you let me in?

Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 17, 2025