I Dream of Dead Morr'arx

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Contently Deranged Travelers
Let me tell you my dream of Dead Morr'arx.

Submitted: April 02, 2019

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Oft I glimpse, when staring far,

A parchment sky of blackened stars.

‘Tis then my sanest thoughts are marred,

For there is no sleep when I dream of Morr’arx.

 

The rivers are dry, yet flowing still,

With streams of ink naught meant for quills.

They run to oceans of glowing swill

To sate the thirst of my dream of Morr’arx.

 

All is quiet where husks survive,

Far from dead or likewise alive.

They sit apart and mournfully shrive

For having long failed the dream of Morr’arx.

 

The once lush plains of purple grass

Now writhe from rain of blasted ash.

Last I will tell of the city of glass

Before I recoil from my dream of Morr’arx.

 

I cannot approach the city alone

For fear of the King that is Absent of Bone.

It writhes and bleats for sins unatoned

And the reasons I dream of Dead Morr’arx.


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