The Darkness Comes

  • The Darkness…

    A million serpents, hissing in union.

    The raspy sound of many Daedra.

    Alduin proclaiming your doom.

    Nothing can describe its voice…

    Where it looks, night falls.

    Where it listens, silence grows.

    Where it touches, plague ravages.

    Where it blesses, undead replace the living.

    Where it curses… Creation itself falls apart.

    There is no escape.

    No safety.

    Every shadow is its servant,

    Every dark thought its prophet.

    You cannot stop it,

    Any more than you can stop the tide.

    The maddening silence…

    You are underground,

    Alone.

    A space infinite.

    A space cramped.

    Echoes that never return.

    Darkness that envelops all,

    A shroud of misery,

    Welcoming you to your new fate.

    The voice of Darkness…

    When it speaks…

    Oh, beware mortal. Beware,

    For the Darkness comes.

Comments

3 Comments
  • The Wing
    The Wing   ·  June 1, 2016
    Good lord Lyall, you are really a master of creeping me out. The word choice and imagery are bloody fantastic!
    Every shadow is its servant,
    Every dark thought its prophet.

    Brilliant, man! Terrifying, but brilliant. 
  • Lyall
    Lyall   ·  May 30, 2016
    Ohh, a Hircine poem... I probably will. 
  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  May 30, 2016
    I would like to see you make up a Hircine one.