(Snarls from Within the Dark)
That night, the brothers embarked- searching
The shrieking and the warnings should have frightened them away.
They enter the cave. The tomb of their doom
They know not where they walk. They know not what grave harm they do.
They stop in shock. Kept frozen.
Before them was a space. An opening. Filled with a forest of stone. It appeared to fill all of underground.
Approaching, eyes poised on cancerous motile lups, move from tree to tree.
Aggregate on web-like branches. Start to seep and hang.
Growing bigger, bones poke forth. Bends hot stone like membrane sac.
Something lives.
Something breathes
Magma hardens. Huge caccoon.
They let It free