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In spirit there’s heath

A grotesque, ancient, and ethereal abode

An atrophied plane of devotion and forlorn

Unrestrained by all epoch and congregation

Envision limned by mist and lightning

Scurrying entrenched in the foothold

Hearken the chanting for existence

Caressed essence frozen the mandible

The wind weaves serpent from her hair

And twines mantle within carapace

Screams of affection are engulfed

And vanished in the blasphemous rumpus

Monstrosities rove the heath amidst us

Agitated souls pursuing blood

Hands are bound possess no dominance

Limbs are barred in seeping filth

Glimpse a glance of dawn

Perceiving faint chime