A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Infested by Royalty
Die inside the room where you lived
Live inside the room where you died
My ghost peeps in through the window, pail faced and gasping
This is the chamber of the kill
A treasure room of carnage and altered forms
Forgotten beasts, lost feasts
Heats and repeats
The ballistic knowledge of Hecka Gigantes
Amiss in tartarus
The swill of wisdom crushed beneath leviathan fins
I felt you brush against me in the dark and
Despite your threats I decided this was safe
Parade mascot, master bastard
And this flavor is watered down, not the blood your haters promised
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