With rawboned form of blackest night, he slithers, frame fashioned from the hangman's tree; the keeper of the cursed place where beasts are singed and dead.
Fear not the sallow man who lurks in yonder forestland
Fear not the fell knight whose arms become his swords
Fear not the traveler from unearthly underworld
Who sees your spark and traps it in his cage of branchy limbs.
With rawboned form of blackest night, he slithers
Frame fashioned from the hangman's tree
The keeper of the cursed place where beasts are singed and dead
Fear not the emptiness where features used to be
Fear not the ancient one who's coldness stops you quick
Fear not the melody consuming lucid thought
Or his power grows, phantasms given flesh.
The watcher, calling children like a shepherd does his sheep
With soundless footfalls and mouthless words he tells
Of where eldritch fire burns all reason and amorphous nightmares flow.