It fell from the heavens And brought with it blight Contaminating the soil Feeding on fauna and flora alike But this glowing meteorite Was but a harbinger for something worse For within was a womb of pure chaos That gave birth to this curse Withering on the vine Flourishing with decay The corruption spreads across these lands Black roots writhe in the earth below A graying harvest falls to waste Unhallowed radiance gleams from sickened oak Suffocated by maddening vapors Gestating in underground chambers Formless, a monstrous constellation That which consumes all things into its toothless maw Amorphous, ghoulish miasma Devouring all lifeforms within its vaporous jaws Churning clouds of chaos A living maelstrom Not of this world Born from the backwards beyond