Autumn Stones and Bloody Pools

The autumn stones lie cold and strewn

'Neath bloodied pools that blush at moon

Where crimson leaves like whispers fall

And shadows dance 'gainst ancient wall

In pools that catch the twilight’s glow

The blood of rites long lost doth flow

A nameless hymn to gods of yore

To demons' dark, to spirits’ lore

By jagged rocks and sylvan’s end

Where tempests break and branches bend

There lurks the spawn of Namtar's breath

Who weaves his curses strong as death

The night is rich with whispered fears

And mist that drowns the weeping seers

As Lilitu’s pale, unholy throng

Sing sweet and low their serpent song

Autumn stones bear marks of flame

Of rites unsaid, of secrets' name

With Pazuzu’s gust and winds unclean

They summon forth what lurks unseen

A Marduk’s bane, a night profane

Where Ereshkigal’s dark hosts reign

And shadows lengthen, reaching wide

To feast upon the evening tide

The pools reflect not heaven’s gaze

But depths of Uruk’s darkest maze

Where Galla demons prowl the deep

And haunting dreams in silence keep

No light doth touch these waters dread

Where Etimmu’s shades in sorrow tread

The stones, the pools, the autumn’s blight

Bear witness to this wicked rite

So heed thee well, ye wandering soul

Who treads where autumn’s rivers roll

For stones and pools do not forget

The bloody price, the ancient debt

And in the chill of twilight’s fall

Thou’ll hear the demon’s silent call

As shadows wrap and whispers pull

In autumn’s court of stones and pools