Wrath of Will

Forces retreating.

Trampled by emanating ferality.

Pure spiteful ivory gouging ash and marrow.

Barbarous bloodlust,

Cloaked in predatory blinding light —

Hungers.

Gangrenous hides split like rotten canvas,

Left guarding black basilica's gate —

Quarry cowering in the high tower.

Galloping hooves echoing in the dark like hammers on stretched skins.

Asphodel lashing its flanks,

Yggdrasil's root's venomous bile slicking lacerations.

Deadwood's smelted iron mortise —

Yields.

Guile-monger buckles into corner’s shadowed warren,

Quivering quakes constern.

Marauder's spearheaded charge —

Impaling.