The Well
Created | Updated Jan 19, 2005
a dark well stretches deep into parts unknown
a marred, pitted shaft,
slick with cruel slimes
burning ghosts drift up to choke the curious.
an offending particle drops from the surface,
landing sharply below,
grim depths untouched by order
here echoes the drone of gruesome machines set to dire purposes
pipes, given to crumbling decay,
wander the abyss,
serving as highways for nameless vermin
the alien, an egg as it would be,
comes to rest upon a callous surface,
which rises and falls as a black tide
the beast stirs,
hoisting itself aloft upon thick, sinuous limbs,
bellowing loudly in anger at its disturbance
trampling the ruined floor of the cavern,
though the egg has since tumbled into a damp
crevice beneath pipes and thrumming machinery
the tumult awakens another,
a great, terrible entity,
armored with heavy, chitinous plates
it utters a great, shrieking howl,
and charges into combat
talons rend flesh,
and mandibles crush bone,
as the twin behemoths vie for supremacy
diabolical machines are reduced to scrap,
pipes torn asunder in the melee
spill forth their vile contents
deep away,
the cacophony of bellow and shrieks is but an echo here,
the dark mother tethers the egg to her nest,
her brood slumbers beneath her foul tentacles,
awaiting the day when it shall awaken,
to inundate the surface world with pain and death
