The Bog

Oh! What a septic embrace!
The flies circle over this poisonous place
Death! Rotting scum all around!
Sludge underfoot pulls you down to the ground.

Oh! Do you loathe the decay?
The bog growing stronger with each passing day?
Hollow! Of horror and pain!
Tearing the flesh and draining your veins.

Murky and stagnant, caustic and timeless
No one is spared by this venomous pool
Corpses dissolve, condemned to the darkness
Judgment is passed by the toxic lagoon.

A place in a wood, 'midst the dreary old trees
Shadows enclosing a swamp of disease
No animals here, just a horrible smell
The bog of despair will remind you of hell.

Like quicksand it beckons to all passing near
Try and come close and you'll soon disappear
Fall in the bog, fetid stench all around
Miasma will deaden your screams as you drown!

Slithering serpents, forever will haunt me
Calling me forth to a terrible fate
Echoing laughter from a featureless nightmare
Drowned in the mire, my death I await.

Melting your legs if you wade in too deep
Burning your eyes, it won't help if you weep
Horrible beasts kill you quick if you sleep
The bog is alive and your soul it will reap!

Unspeakable chill fills your heart at the sight
Facing your doom as your skin turns to white
The goddamned muck kills me twice out of spite
Die in the bog on this terrible night.

The monsters are watching, as though in a trance
Circling the hollow in a sickening dance
Waiting for the bog to swallow me whole
Their hideous eyes stealing more of my soul...