Masters and Men(old story)

"To see what I see, one must become me.
To this end, a stream of bleeding ears.

Feel the ground beneath you
and know just what created those
of us who linger. Withering rock and
slumbering fortresses collide. Old gods
drown in the blood soaked land, ripe
with war. War for the grotesque masters
of new and their forgotten oaths. Forsaken
minds send reality spiraling into the endless
cycle of darkness where death is the start
of life and salvation lies beyond reach.
Infected souls, Lost Gods and shambling
corpses persist where the masters have failed.
Mountains of corpses scream for their makers
with the last breath from a collapsed lung.
Monstrosities created by broken promises,
sculpt the path before us. Love is lost in the
cracks, buried under a sea of ash. Now lay
silent and await the end of time."

(Plenty more to come. Incomplete.)