The Pit in the Room

The mountain of the white ravens.  The night is thick with their human-like cries.

They come to your window.  You will open it.

Ride the back of the albino crow to the tomb in the woods.

Inside you find the staircase into the earth.  Step by step, the world swallows you.

At the bottom is a small room illuminated by the green glow of mutant mold.  The walls are carved with the faces of perverse gods.

The endless hole is in the center of the room.  The cries of the demon fowl rage below in the darkness.

You kneel at the opening to the pit of endless abyss and begin the chanting.

Languages of another world and time spill from your lips, echoing into the shadows.

The screams of the white ravens stop, enchanted by the chanting of the spell. 

When your words cease, you stand.

Without thinking, into the void you walk.

Falling, then into the beak of the pale crow.