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
visions
delusions
or so it may seem
-JG
