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INTO THE GATE OF N'RHTEREL'MAHRET

Delving into the pestilential mists
Cloaked by eerie obscurity unnatural
And the ingurgitating calmness
Of the barren, brumal landscape
Alone in the realm of the dead
Cadence of enervating footsteps
Envious of the trees, apathetic
In their fallacious diversity
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Through mystic gloom, cryptic
Spawn of the black realms
In blasphemous idolatry
Deformed but lithe, nightmarish gift
A vial half-filled with a modicum of blood
Startled by aetheric whisps
A vial broken on the tablet
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�You stand before N�rhterel�mahret
Where mortals dare not go
A drop of blood to seal the pact
And eternity we bestow�
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Some thing lurks in the trees
A dread comes with throbbing revulsion
Like a pounding fixation on the inanimate
Deep, abyssal bellowing from below
As the floor begins to come alive
He screams for the last time
As his breath is then stolen
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Noxious fumes surrounding
As the world, monochromatic
Tendrils and eyes in impossible places
Searching for the faintest heartbeat
Drugged by a toxin, meld into insanity
Slowly masticated by all-consuming darkness
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Devourment
Vision is fading with the blood
Dripping from gashes above
And seeping from all orifices
Suspended in mid-air by the guardians of the gate
As he feels his bones crunched and ground
Eyelids clipped off by eldritch claw
To ever see eternal ingestion
Repeated over and over as flesh
Continuously regenerates with horrific speed
Seeds pushed into horror-struck maw
Forced to swallow upon the thousand
Intestines turn slurry from fecal parasites
And bleeds out from inside
Erupting into visceral flame
To molest and boil the flesh
A phantasmagoria of nightmarish imagery
With no escape as he begs for death
And the gate is closing