Amanita Muscaria

Profane mists of elder days
 cloud my frozen veins
 visions of strange planes
 feed my fetid state
 with horrid sights,
 raping my mind and soul
 Insane! The lake is roaming with nymphs
 sadistic array of vicious mistfolk
 harrassing my deathbed
 underlings of underdarkness calling
 Small ones rip open my dreams
 dancing to the tune of elven witchcraft
 bringing to my tree
 the ruin of dreadsworn fools.
 Augean lore portents the uprise
 ashen grey, my eyes now fester
 rotting faeries fall around me
 opal virgins let their waters...
 ...Soak my festering wounds
 and wet my ardent tongue,
 Hark!
 Virulent and pristine,
 the white clad savage dryads.
 my legs astride,
 the dark queen mounts me,
 pulling my flesh from me
 Throat ablaze
 my body quickens
 rank worms exit my rotting phallus
 Out of my limbs sprout winged things
 extracted from me the seed of the lake
 chrysalis shamed
 I'm full of taint
 my bowels take flight and ravage the night
 Augean lore portents the upraise
 ashen grey, my eyes now fester
 rotting faeries fall around me
 opal virgins let their waters dry
 Seep through the window sill
 fog of toxic breath
 to tear my rot apart...
 My vision is fed a new world
 my sentience is drowned in the pools
 as dawn wakes the soil on which i now rest my truth awakes