Bastion of a Plague Soul
Chuck Sherwood
It rapes the heavens from its summit
Looming from aloft, to destroy innocence
Symbols archaic and ancient
Stones gleam on its gates
How the flesh held taunt walls its chambers
Foundation never splinters made of bone
Crafted throne of pestilence
By hands of spectral malevolence
Endless reign from the darkness bestowed
Binding sigils hold the fortress to soul
Festering carrion in heaps will remain
Mankinds future forged from his domain
