Sonstead Blight

My only child, final lantern alit
The insect's waning beacon
Over my boundless, forever-fields
I embrace you at last
Drawn back to the everbeing
Unborn, and redead
Into a spiral convulsing, reabsorbed

Fire, which long lit your wayfaring path
Laps the land, leaving only its refuse
Smouldering and uncolored
Plague, soulborne curse that gnaws bone
Enslaving impulses to rage
Begets kinslaying
Dark, approaching negation
Envelops the remains of all form and making
All light banished, all heat dissipates
Nor pulse nor brеath endures

No, thesе fortunes I do not bequeath you
I shall vacate this plane, ascending to another
Having sown in each mind
A figment of my visage
Memory cascading down lineage, corrupting
Sickness simmering within each skull
For man's auger to expel
Eyeless may you crawl this rock
Each pinnacle scaled, preceding only subsidence
Until the path leads you downward
To earthen origins and final respite
Become, the heir of unmaking