The Subterranean Stench

from The Man In The Wood by YAAROTH

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Cold sighs shutter and spread through
Peaked roofs covered in shingle and snow
Silent streets where no step echoes
Doorways framed by dull fire glow

White church glares from its hill near
Gravestones crooked and battered by time
Grotesque steeple reaches upward
Grasping at stars set in the sky

Dark men forgotten and old brought
Orchids plucked from southerly lands
Rituals lost to blue-eyed fishers
None that still live understand

Black robes cover their features
Creaking limbs sound terrible hums
Wood doors slam as they assemble
With wax hands they beckon me come

In lines they shuffle toward the hill
Inside the church floor opens
In vain resistance I stand still,
But then I’m drawn into the opening

Descending deep into the cavern
Down stairways carved from living stone
The dripping walls growl in the shadows
The clicking chatter of wet bones

Procession sets upon a clearing
In squirming earth and fungal forms
A distant piper sounds his wind spells
The circled crowd extends their arms

Hidden gurgled voices join in their calls,
my heart aches
They shiver in wild and rapturous pulse,
their hands raised

A pillar formed by sickly flame
Crawls through the air but casts no shadow
Its stench envelops all surroundings
With clawing grips they gather moss
and fling it toward the hidden sea

We join together to honor what’s older than man
and will outlive him
Springs promise, that green waits
beneath the grim snows, as it has been
Music and light, constructed in secret
to fill the earth’s great halls
Extended beyond by things which are learning to walk,
but should crawl

From unseen depths come winged horrors
With forms too gruesome to describe
Those that gathered ride them toward
The black sea fed by oily tides

A beast, though restless, somehow stays
I’m urged to follow on its back
I flee instead into the waves,
Swept away through cold and black

I wake among those who would say
There is no truth to what I tell
But I can’t escape from what I saw
The world is tainted by that smell

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from The Man In The Wood, released March 3, 2023

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