Stygian Nectar

Years wandering the now ragged scrum
Never knew what they would become
Sleep by day and hide from the sun
Once seekers now prey on the run
The arid plain they’ve traveled so long
Something looming in the east at dawn
Pressing forward through the day, headstrong
Towering in the distance multifarious prongs
Stone seracs, sentinels on the barren plain
Land of ghosts, only limestone towers remain
A sojourn on a pilgrimage to attain
Power storied, known only to the slain
Lightning tears a blaze in the northern sky
Towers explode, boulders fall and dive
Seekers cower, there’s nowhere to hide
Numbers diminished, crushed brothers die
Invade
Migrate
Occupy
Permeate
The blood meridian brings
The beginning and the end
Roles will reverse, times a hole
Ouroboros our old friend
Degraded from the onslaught
The pilgrims have no fight
Surrendering their living shells
They’re filled with demon light
Stone conduits eating electric light
Energy illuminates every obelisk in sight
Beams shine upward to the tenebrous night
Wraiths signaled, drawn to the unholy site
Mortals surrounded, sea of specters
Fighting for scant human husks, receptors
Defenseless men lacking shield or protector
An exchange of souls flowing like stygian nectar
Invade
Migrate
Occupy
Permeate
The blood meridian brings
The beginning and the end
Roles will reverse, times a hole
Ouroboros our old friend
Wraiths lay waste
On the barren plain
Where strangely luminous
Monoliths remain
Degraded from the onslaught
The pilgrims have no fight
Surrendering their living shells
They’re filled with demon light
Withdraw
Migrate
Depart
Evacuate
Invade
Migrate
Occupy
Annihilate