Sacred Hunts and Wretched Shapes

In shadows cast by spectral light
Where angles twist and curl to spite
Creatures hunt through planes unseen
In realms where order’s lost its sheen

Twisted arches, fractal planes
Whisper secrets, birth new chains
With eyes that gleam like shattered night
They stalk the edges of pure fright

The ground beneath, a liquid thought
Steps echo softly, sanity caught
In the dance of the grotesque shapes
Where time itself warps and escapes

A howl bursts forth – a soundless scream
Resonating with a haunting dream
These beings weave through darkened halls
As reason slips and madness calls

In unholy geometry they bind
The hunt, a ritual, fate entwined
With every twist, each sharp descent
Reality breaks, perception bent

So tread with care, O souls awake
In landscapes made of fear and ache
For what’s alive in this cursed plane
Will challenge every thought in vain

And as the creatures claim their due
Remember, darkness births the new
In jagged forms, we find our sight
To see the beauty held in night