Cryptics' Fabled Tales

Spell Like This

Heart wroth the likes of thee,

come only once if by chanting rare deed,

take hold thy chest –

For the dark fiends spit in bilge, irresistible to hitch stumbling grave walkers –

Stop ye irreparable baulkers;

debauchery diddles amidst amateur scry,

ye've torn the barriers for own perilous tries –

Now.... They twist;
they turn;
they awaken;
they rise....

Some even splitting bone thighs,

ye've disturbed harvest moon to bleak festering night,

angst soon comes delivering ghastly surprise –

Desist....

rushing religionists,

for the world bathed in fright has much dominance to exist,

an attempt to thwart shall be impossible to resist,

'twas inevitable by thine hand:
for hell to break through within such a spell like this.