In the sunshine after the rain
the mystic woods seem to darken around me,
and the silver grey ancient bridge,
brings me to unearthly mirages.
A hissing jargon awakened me,
aghast spectator of an antediluvian terror.
Chthonic beings entering reality,
pernicious untold sermons
by grinding teeth and tongue-vomiting yells.
Former humans writhing
like wounded blind-worms,
pushing out wavering tentacles
from their unravelled carcasses,
a pestilential snake-like scent in the air.
My heart is near to implode,
for I have just felt the chill of Death
and that shapeless, formless
dread of the unknown,
endlessly worse than Death itself.
But the ebony portal is awaiting
Vestigia nulla retrorsum.
My destiny is beyond the gate,
into the charming strident void.
Farewell!
Respice finem.
I, and the longed secrets of the ancient seal
drowned beneath the oceans
and buried into the heart of the hills.
Beware of the shrouded Ancestors!

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