Festering Apparition

‘cross the moonlit landscape painted the brushstroked looming dread as the fear grips the oppressor skin marked for violent death ivory swords pierce superior crimson and dust decay the evening festering flesh, I dilate for more bleeding out slow in Transylvania blackening through petrified vein infinite blood vassalage bane I, the drip-toothed servant rising the master’s bell lonely toll’eth twice whilst transforming in the mist you must remember the night this lowly serf supplanted god

dirt burying veins narrowing birthed underneath jeweled gift of teeth lycanthropy crystallized shapeshifting bloodthirsty rune blinded by hunger and stench wolf by night when struck by moon bless’ed beast rune becoming what I hate the most six times chains were broke the seventh wolf awoke to graze the feast won't survive the siege the wolfsbane floats upon the rotten breeze gracefully escaping guilt and terrorizing peaceful bliss beast I shall remain, the reign is greater than the soul I miss becoming what I hate the most malevolent flesh and bone silver pierces the rotten hide in-betwixt the bones strengthened from the night blood shall flow’eth forth from the lycan tide breaststroking the wake of the beasticide sanity lives whilst the creature dies decaying only empty undeserving lives beast can’t feel regret until the morning rise focusing on fate as the dark curse subsides the holy wolf christ has been crucified hot metal shards festering insides boiling the truth with the demon lye later into human I transmogrify

lo, upon the putrid sinful breeze lurking inside the brush among the shadowed fortress it waits a dryad poisonous to the touch blue immortal dew seeping through on the vine she grew creeping into brain, tenfold increase in pain black toxin swimming through veins fade, mycological drain sleep petrifying the sane it ascends the castle walls nefarious inching slime desperate for a host to claim need to heed the heathen call infiltrate the cathedral and bring the priest to shame nectar sour from the root withered flora few and through insects sickened from the fruit harvested to feed the brood sowing the damnèd seeds into the bloodstained ground the wretched grew from whispering the curse into the dirt in order to yield the maximal threat blue immortal dew evil seeping through on the vine she grew creeping into...