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From a molten rift, inked with heavy shadow;
a man was left to incubate and rise as morals fail.

With a shake, and a heaving sigh,
he poked his head above the ground and coughed a little while.
The air a stagnant, perfumed mess
that hung with every poisoned stench
encased by all the greens and grays and saddled with a thickened draft.
He brushed away the pebbled coating
and stood to gather wits and stretch.
Upon horizon stood a light that couldn't help but call his name.

"Oh ye Badman, descendant to
a better Badman that had risen prior.
I see you've woken to the noise and the clamor of this bygone day.
You've rested after so much hurt,
in the feeble hope that you'd recover,
emerging from forsaken stores without hard steel for your encasing.
Stand my Badman, and come to me,
as I am guiding light for shriven,
and lend me words that you'd forgotten just as their new value shows.
You will not bleed for all or nothing
as long as you set your sights at peak;
the edge of land is where you're better and where you can be quarantined."

This voice that had no lips to press
possessed the chamber between his ears.
With drums upon his inner walls, he chose a pace and set about.
A dragging leg so half-way shattered,
a battered eye, few sights to see;
despite his rotten, collapsing self, his only thoughts were of the distance.
Vague apparitions would rise and fall
and reach out wide with translucent claws
that would coil around a given limb, and spout of bile that he'd forgotten.
Bogged by phantoms and weaker still,
his skulking slowed to a weathered crawl
and as he raised his pounding head, he saw the light had drawn no further.

Another rasping sigh escaped him
as the ghosts did envelope him whole,
and his legs did give way, and to his knees he did fall, weeping
so freely and quietly, without reservation.
The glimpse of true bliss was fading now,
rapid and receding into the dirt, where it would curse his forsaking of it.
And as his last breath was devoured by none,
he found himself able to see his true place:

Amongst all the stones and variable wreckage;
a Badman with nothing left to confirm.