Black One

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Perverted within a viewing Standing alone It took the night to believe The beacon lingers Come to grasp To the edge of Orion Repeatedly defiling the wind's daughter Cry yourself to ash What is destroyed by fire A perfect silhouette Dilates full The withering egg Unnourished Cloak thyself In salutations of crescent eye Vibrate Believe Vibrate Defile Vibrate Believe Vibrate Defile

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Eyeless in eternal time For I have worm the moonshine Burning away daylight glimmer With my nocturnal senses Winds have come for me Descending now Towards the frostmoon eclipse A spectral spiritkingdom rise In stormscreens Covered by eyes Night emits its shadow There is no difference Between the ravens They have come for me They will come to me To the cursed realm Of the winterdemons Lavender eyes had only known The underdark From crypts of stone they rise Beyond the blinding glare Eyeless in eternal time For I have worn moonshine Burning away daylight glimmer With my nocturnal senses Winds have come for me Winds will come for me Descending now towards The frostmoon eclipse Out from the chambers And horizons will open for me The face of the earth Will be to know black silence For I saw them march for the lights...

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Nov 11, 2025

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Eternity opens The cemetery lights up again

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

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Here. Decompose forever, aware and unholy, encased in marble and honey from the swarm, a thin coat of eternal whispering that bleaches from within, a darkness that defiles thought, stolen by the wingless harpies whose memories lay waste the valley of diamonds, where the great One sleeps, her eyes, placid pits of violent tar and bitumen regurgitated by demons chained to misery, eyes that see nothing for there is only the darkness that wells up from inside, a great viscous cloud smothering hope, a blanket woven from the dung of the old ones, their disease the tapestry of all that is futile, her gaze burning holes in the veil that protects the chosen, her breathe a plague that unleashes the frozen wolves, blind, their tongues paint your heart with scorpions, their pestilence an invitation to the only one that matters for She is the presence that is all that is un-named, for it is Her, the unbegotten Mistress of the eternal hunger, dwell forever in her great unholy stomach where the damned befoul themselves in the glory of her fecund and bloody history, worship in the torment of a million wasted lives, bathe in the horror that the blood of time carries with the plague, and befoul yourself with worship, for she hates you eternally with the ferocious lust that binds all that inhabit the wasted and forgotten, the blissful loathing of you is now all that remains, alone, forgotten and Damned.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Nov 11, 2025