Nadir

Grady McMurtry

28 September 1941

I have stood upon the battlements

Of ebon stone and jet,

Black light has bathed my body

With the force it can beget.

The brothers of the Shadow

In the gloom that never fades

Have welcomed me to keep that guard,

The gulf thrown palisades.

I have stood in their cathedrals

And the hymns of hate I’ve sung.

I have heard the Mass of Mendes

Chaunted by a slitted tongue.

I have taught the words of blasphemy,

With succubi I’ve lain,

By necromancy I have raised

The phantoms of the slain.

My steed has been the basilisk,

My armor was a spell,

By sourcery I could command

The fiery gods of Hell.

In monestaries of the Night

I’ve worn the hooded gown

With monks who crucify The Toad,

Where endless stairs go down

To the stagnant wells of shadow

Where the Four Great Princes stand.

I am alone. I am alone!

Dead. In a charnal land.

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