below the soil
where the ancient clan lies
feasting on decay
and everything that dies
these subterranean dwellers
move through root and rock
like lightning through the skies

oh your milky white veins
in the blackened flesh
varicose like
in the loamy thresh

your call is strong
to witches and kith
warlocks and shaman
that feast on your pith

show us the way
to a toxic dream
or so it may seem