Crows covered in slugs and owls’ blood
under clouds of mildew.
Green-bleak the stars, 
feed for aeon’s monsters.
The sky black silk, 
somehow unfinished yet thick 
with thoughts, each cloud
deadly resonating,
buzzing in the shroud 
of each soul screaming
a ghostly symphony
and the skeleton orchestra 
begins to peel the Earth,
the core an eye forever
burnt to a crisp.

Rises, a force,
a million ogres whispering,
ten tonne demons shrieking
in a windowless skull
and voices in the ceiling,
leaves grinning
in the sludge 
and shadows tie you to your sleep.

Light claws from the fire parched and abnormal,
the sun occulted 
by a nightmare and the knowledge
that each soul diminishes
and it’s the darkness that liberates.

End