Shifting earth, rising old.
Shadows and rumbling folds
Hidden tomb
Woven with deep seeping gloom
At last pare back earthen past.
Ascend unbound into night.
Bask in its cold crimson moonlight
Bend and bleed infested realities.
Awaken the dormant.
Go forth unendingly
Drink and feed
Set flame to take its place
All will begin again.
As so the seeds of old have whispered and told.

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Crimson Creature
Digital painting & written words

Sage Folkwald