Encroachment of the Seething God-Corpse (Sequel to 'Crawling  Chaos')

 
What darkness creeps,
whilst I sleep,
into my manor-house?

The seeds they carry,
on their black ferry,
are sown for fear,
and reaped for doubt.

Soon they flee into the night,
and Darkness lingers,
in the light,
and though I wake,
I cannot shake,
the fear I felt,
whilst I dwelt,
amongst those,
alien geometries,
where the old stench,
reeks through twisted cities.

Stranger aeons,
are nigh and loom,
and though we run and hide,
the sea, it reeks of age and doom,
and the Dead God entombed inside.