Fear overwhelms
Or is that the Stench
Crowding, consuming
Senses failing
Pushing back the Will to act
Quietly separated and nothing is right
Clerics of Despair lead the charge
While Warriors diseased
Unsettled they give point
Invisible creatures, surrounding, casting
Pawing at the stone
Clatter broken bones
The Troglodyte Mass
Teems in hallowed wrath
Discerns amoral truth
Defines chaotic relapse
Fallen, unable to speak
Sifted, remote, and weak
The Warlord steels for his fate
Corruption spreads
Creation gone wrong
A religious rite to end all lifesong
Cannot regenerate the body
Through Healer or through Lore
Must assimilate reality
Taken over through
Pods encapsulated
Within dead bowels of eviscerated
Princes and pawns slain on the ground
And all blood is sacrificed to Demogorgon