Dawn of Relic - Chapter II - Themes of Stifled Screams:The Wail Of The Tartarean Wells


"He screamed and screamed and screamed 
in a voice whose falsetto panic no acquaintance 
of his would ever have recognized: and though 
he could not rise to his feet he crawled and rolled 
desperately away from the damp pavement where 
dozens of Tartarean wells poured forth their 
exhausted whining and yelping to answer 
his own insane cries" 

Subterranean vaults behold 
man mad enough to be here 
Through the Stygian hole 
to this malodorous gulf 

Down, down ran the stairs 
in three abrupt turns 
Down, down, down below 
But this fool man just went on 

The chorused anguish 
of doom-dragged moaning 

Like a stricken flesh sans mins 
And the voices continued 
but so did he... 
Through the cyclopean vaulting 
and black noisome corridors 

Revelations found 
Like silent eerie sentinels 
Haunted dreams that carry on 
Like vacant planets on their way 

Haunted cavers he 
They wail their twised cry 
The wail of the Tartarean wells 
Like a smister planets on their way 

Sickening 
The formulaes of Curwen were 
found amid these haunted memories 
Where the science went to madness 
and madness to science

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