A crypt unspoiled since times immemorial.
A patient collector of dust and cobwebs,... befouled.
Ancient Gods once had power there,
a ritual river of blood and followers beyond measure.
Sleeping, the "old ones" were content to dream.
Were...
One stir in the echo.
A ripple,
now unstoppable,
moves their sluggish blood.
The seals and symbols were never meant to bind them. Oh no, No, no.
Layers of etched prayers
helpful reminders,
precise pictograms,
to guide the lost,
the hungry the newly awakened but still dreaming
҉B҉ ҉A҉ ҉C҉ ҉K҉ from the land of the dead.
All Hallows’ Eve weakens ꓄ꃅꍟ ꃴꍟꀤ꒒
Soften the borders,
thins the in-betweens.... just enough
The waiting won’t be long.
This season won't be like any of the others
The reckoning will be incalculable.
The new gods are just words.
The sleeping ones... are everything but.
There are things in '𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃" That would have been better left forgotten,,,,
but now , torch has fallen
cobwebs like a pact , now broken as heartbeats quicken
They ran,
the running couldn't save them
nor you ...
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 11:52 PM UTC
A crypt unspoiled since times immemorial.
A patient collector of dust and cobwebs,... befouled.
Ancient Gods once had power there,
a ritual river of blood and followers beyond measure.
Sleeping, the "old ones" were content to dream.
Were...
One stir in the echo.
A ripple,
now unstoppable,
moves their sluggish blood.
The seals and symbols were never meant to bind them. Oh no, No, no.
Layers of etched prayers
helpful reminders,
precise pictograms,
to guide the lost,
the hungry the newly awakened but still dreaming
҉B҉ ҉A҉ ҉C҉ ҉K҉ from the land of the dead.
All Hallows’ Eve weakens ꓄ꃅꍟ ꃴꍟꀤ꒒
Soften the borders,
thins the in-betweens.... just enough
The waiting won’t be long.
This season won't be like any of the others
The reckoning will be incalculable.
The new gods are just words.
The sleeping ones... are everything but.
There are things in '𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃" That would have been better left forgotten,,,,
but now , torch has fallen
cobwebs like a pact , now broken as heartbeats quicken
They ran,
the running couldn't save them
nor you ...
" Just some fun jeez lighten up " ... H.P. Lovecraft
" It's the terror that thrills them, keeps them coming back.... E. Alan Poe
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