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"Evoke

A conscious imminent force of ashen, thought perished Prometheus

A ghost

Sought duress in those of a resemblant son of Sycorax, Caliban

Aghast

As a palpable second death cannon fodder fog (a) catafalque leads to burials

Ash and tar

Vestigial flesh that bands an ember gate

Blackness in the mouths surmount black lungs to then cease and breathe

Will me to this sleep

I cry to dream again

The Breathing Mist's

...cold eyes

Fog lays down its lethargy

Incubated in a pallid womb

Etched by fumes wrench words from ears

Shrieks of dread and throat scars

Apprehended by shades contort

To chase the view of a bridal white

Shackled by fear has shackled all life

None rest in catatonia

Collect for kalathos, Ceremonies in Smoke

Can't you see you're gone

Their dancing around afterbirth of their god

The smoulder from vestigial flesh ember gates

Collect for the kalathos, Ceremonies in the Smoke

Will me to this sleep

I cry to dream again

The Breathing Mist's

...cold eyes