Upon a moonless throne
I call desecration,
A sacrosanct night was crushed under a vile separation.
Submitting to the will of the cacodemonic kinds,
Relishing the come of their specious prime.
Holistic bindings on their pernicious art,
A predominant distortion overwhelmingly assaults.
Propagating a pulse in the horde of corpse,
Clandestine Offerings performed under the umbra of norse.
Un-manacled in the odor of doom,
Terminal visions through the orbs of the exhumed.
© Aniket More
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