Dim and Slimeridden Kingdoms
Decrepit ruins, an ancient fane in disarray Rivers of cadaverine snake below obsidian palisades Bathed in an ill moonlight, igneous spires breaching the louring sky Resident to dark terrors both malevolent and unseen Haunted through the heart of darkness by horrors unknown A nightmare that never subsides wading through wastelands of bone. Sojourn in galleries of anguish searching for wisdom's elusive pearl lost in a lonesome city, witness the last gasp of a dying world statues lie broken, shattered in conflicts fought long ago roots reaching into black trenches reclaiming the earth from the stone The rancour in it's construction outlived it's architects Labyrinthine and monolithic, hallowed hall of the dead City of shades, a pale reflection of it's past glory where the dead ever roam in the crumbling halls now entombed by their greed delving far too deep down where fiends never sleep and the light can't reach twisted creatures rend and flay, draped in skins in their sick masquerade flesh stripped victims to discard, butchered for amusement in this cursed abattoir Dank baneful chasms, caliginous and bare where hope is exiguous, all are prone to despair where the ill-fated wander in the land of the Pod ever crawling in circles beaten back by a dense freezing fog.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 10, 2025
Descending through cavernous, black fungal chasms in search of a forsaken Kingdom once lost furtive foulness, that lurk in the shadows bioluminosity outlining their hulking forms Rearing up from the gulch now before him; the roots of Ankath-Shol the bastion of Yeth-Shuul; hunter of mortal souls Life is fleeting, death is vital, and essential to his cycle All is finite, yet not final, pain is pleasure, fear is primal Love and hatred; paralysing, conflict driving and dividing in the rapture of his spiral, constant fight for survival Lost in the maze of his playground of bloodlust hounded by the hunters just outside of sight Adrenaline coarsing, pushing him harder consumed by paranoia, in a bid to escape the night From a swallow hole black as the void gore drenched tendrils reach revealing a gaping maw filled with innumerable iron teeth Endless mass of writhing horror, oozing and putrid filling the air, dense and oppressive drained of vitality he falls to his knees Now at the mercy of the beast There are no questions, no mysteries left he feels most alive when faced with death Terror manifest permeating his flesh Never to feel the same again From this nightmare he turns and runs faster than he has ever done Leaping farther, striding harder What does not kill him makes him strong.
Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 10, 2025
Maledictions spoken aloud from the slime-ridden scriptures pages of abject text which eyes cannot decipher strange visions appear in the poisonous fire Payments paid in the blood of batrachian slaves cast into seering vats Arise, luminous beings of vapour now thralls in the servitude of the betrayer Kneeling in murky waters, the soul now clean Baptised and reborn; his blood runs green Sanity fades and reality melts away, before the gates of our lord Tendrils emerge from an ocean of darkness, dragging his soul into the void Take the ichor, the bitter taste of corruption exist as an abomination Until the death of the universe A god amongst men all alone in his head The same, yet alien, alone in the end, the king of the dead, the god amongst men Elation marred by the realisation Immortality has become a curse a god desires nothing for divinity is hell in the minds of the living Once more into the breach; gazing deep beyond the tides of oblivion where the fundaments dance to the tune of gargantuan tenebrous gods Crystalline sprites now forming before him attemping to show him the mind of Mollusca all spectrums of light visible in the scrying confounded by new found perspectives on dying.
Submitted by Immortal — Nov 10, 2025
In cold recesses of infinite time I have slept beneath the grime then from the surface world came to me with prying hands and plucked me from the sand Dissect my body in search of power clandestine secrets of the shell Intrigued by my longevity in an environmental hell My smashed and broken form shall give rise to horrors undreamt of by the mind Alive since time immemorial to be dredged from our home I shall not relinquish the secrets of the slime they are mine, and mine alone 500 years existed, dormant, and without a care Free from the tyranny of air Witnessed the rise the fall of Empires from beneath the waves and seen my slimebrethren enslaved Suddenly man takes an interest in me; i'm swept up and caged Probed and desecrated, left to bake out in the sun They shall suffer for their wrongs For a thousand aeons We have havested the souls of much greater things than you In the end my death shall be a sacrifice In the service of his truth.
Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 10, 2025
Salt and copper, impenetrable walls destined to drown in alcohol forever endangered by dessication He now bears witness to their indignation Melding together, the fusing of flesh A taste of the agony that awaits beyond death eldritch monster, many now one cellular mitosis enriched by the sun a metamorphosis that cannot be undone To overcome adversity sacrifices must be made We adapt or we die, no escape, life is pain. Not of this world, borne of black magic from daemoniac realms Hybrid mutation of sentient slime defying the odds in a bid to survive.
Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 10, 2025
Cast down into the dirt, to live amongst worms in the dark bowels of the earth Once respected now hated, imprisoned with blasphemous heathens and traitors Kept silent in cold isolation, rage seething vortex of acerbic vexation agglomeration of seditious usurpers are primed in the furnace of anarchic fervor The black horde will come to stamp out the embers of the dying sun. Beseige their Babylon; entombed within their own creation. and as the ceiling caves, their fallen cradle turns into a grave. Behind their crumbling walls they bend like wheat in a storm. Commanded; Recite, he journies to Slish in the cold dead of the night with the rest of his kind, in morbid procession on torrents of slime. Vile lord of repulsion unfurls revealing the boils ripe with pus for his churls Thereupon his foul humours they feed, sometimes the world must be cleansed with disease. Willing to lay waste, they're fueled with the fury of malignant faith where death is no disgrace, it's all or nothing in their crusade. Rebuild a Kingdom gone, a garden for the chosen ones upon the fertile mud the earth runs red with blood Oppressed becoming tyrant replace order with violence Through senseless intervention Disrupted ecosystem Corrupted, all for nothing, the beauty has been stolen, just emptiness and loathing Ambition choking reason, the power I amass can't fill the void that's left Fallen from grace, lost in greed, the knowledge he sought is a curse to concieve Twisted, malformed, alone in the dark, when faced with the truth of what we are
Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 10, 2025
the beauty of the flames' enthralling glare a perfect sphere suspended in the air a blinding light ignites to wash away when all is dust, a shadow remains In strokes of red, murder becomes art it's influence still felt from afar these blinking stars, in their evanescence burn their brightest just before the end Mesmerized by the burning skies ensorcelled by destruction Pacified by the noose around our neck the perfect death. Asleep or dead? Inside or outside of my head? Soothing sounds of torture so I might convalesce. Captivating strangulation, erotic suffocation A contradiction designed for failure that executes it's saviour.
Submitted by BloodShrine — Nov 10, 2025
At the end of days, circling a bloated sun Cast adrift within an endless vacuum Interordinal hybridization of brobdingnagian creation From this dias he reigns Horror Unchained Ever growing, larger and larger drinking deep of the ceaseless slaughter Feasting upon his sons and daughters All hail the Greatfather, the King. and the dark pods eternal. Mucus from the poison abyss enthroned in the putrescent Gardens of Slish beyond the black gulf of unending time hideous nebulae woven in slime Reborn of the ooze, brought back, exhumed from gravities tomb captive by the force of ten thousand stars his fury for aeons confined to the dark Harvester of the cosmic sea nourishing his eternity and when all is gone, and the boundaries melt he hangs in the heavens devouring himself in the chaos of this transformation metaphysical annihilation as his power wanes energies dissipate ever falling, farther and farther in the heart of his collapsing structure igniting a seed of another Mollusca
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Nov 10, 2025