The beast licks hungrily at the feet of the dying mage
the escaping blood drying between the toes
a rancid crust of oblivion
caused by repetitive dismisiveness
the sin of being ages blind
blinded by an ageless sin
the wound vomiting forth a torrent of crimson liquid nourishment
the hunger driving the lapping tongue to consume this holy liquid is never appeased
as the flow ebbs
eventually but a drip
the fiend bawls a lamentation
unsatiated and ever craving
and in its ever growing desperation
it consumes the flesh of the recently departed
the meat fullfills its lust for life
finally resting satisfied
but the seed of sin and the blindness within the entity twice consumed
spreads through the body of the ghoul
a cancer feasting upon its every breath
decaying its dream into pain
waking with howls of insane bewilderment
falling at the feet of the skeleton it so ravenously helped create
its life draining
the ground sucks hungrily upon the leaking force
its demise met rapidly
now nature is appeased with cancerous sin
and spreads it as the fruit we eat again