broken spirits on the ocean floor
crushed and submerged
destroyed
desolate
gone

three eyes look from the shore towards the horizon
one is dead
another droops
the last is alive,
there to continue
to witness
a hopeful wasteland

a figure stands amongst the plains
he is dark
he is great
relentlessly cruel
unbearably evil
his marks remain on the scorched earth
bleeding black gold

this being flies
soaring
breathing
crashing
a symbol of sorrow
a bastion of hope
let not the land be consumed by such voracious creatures

an open wound is carried by an enormous entity
it is raw and gaping
disease and filth, rot and despair
falls out from it
it travels
but the gorge festers
and nothing remains
but damnation.