The Nether World Awaits

The inky fluid

rises into the

night sky falling

across the land

like a swarm of

bats - bits of

life sucked dry

by the pierced

life - its only

existence lasts

in a moment of

tears, leather

clad space babies

wither eternally,

on a backdrop of

tears sucked into

darkness, you won't

ever know us - our

system strange -

we are complicated

like the moon and

the stars, for we

dare to ride on

clear twilight

nights, the bloody

death that is our

only passageway,

so celtic knots we

weave - as we walk

through the eternal

network of paths,

never-ending or

beginning, our sores

malignant - for no

melodious sounds do

we hear, just the

beating of our hearts

gasping for each breath,

till all we see is a

bottomless chasm -

where we emerse in our

fears, the chaos of hell

awaits our ultimate return.