Calls From Below

...A bleak cliff erects with the eldritch smile of aeons passed
Relinquishing the phallic shape of this uncanny house of ior
The sea spray below, unmercifully whipping those rocks.

Resounding the rasping breath of a million drowning souls
With a scent reminiscent of human blood and bone.

Stormclouds forwarding the eerily howling winds
To that symbol of forgiveness, that is towering
High above on the spire of that church
Deriding the pilgrim, tempting his sickly belief.

A temple below this churchfloor
Where eternities were born
Non euclidian ruins
Sheltering the creators of this earth.

Unending cycles of blasphemies from worlds forlorn
Luring and brooding ignition, awakening, twisted birth.

Entering this cursed house of god
Walk upon the marble steps of elder lore
Chaos roams within these wall and rocks
Cosmic host abiding since the days of yore.

Priests dwell in here, restless and crazed
Knowledge, madness, infinity to bear
Calls from below, imploring and clear
In darkness the portal will open down here.

Calls from below...