Legends speak of men
Once drowned in the rivers
Whos shackled souls
Use their wrath as tinder
Land corrupted by festered biomass
Transmogrified by hostile spirits
Lighting embers in the bog
Flames that whisper in the fog
Lights so bright they cloud the mind
Coloring the emptiness
They lure one in with empty vows
Of solace for the soul
The embers dance
Manifesting the mires desire
To let roots ensnare
To dissolve the flesh and imprison one's essence
Legends speak of men
Once drowned in the rivers
Whose rotting bones
Make one lust for cinder
The only green the scum of livid weed
Oozing thick over pitch-black waters
Taste the liquids of the bog
And you will never leave the fog
Come closer
We have awaited thee
Here at the bottom