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N e o n b l a c k<br />
UNTIL THE SUN IS SILENT
A rotting strand of twisted thoughts ran through his<br />
mind as he was crossing the bridge.<br />
The pungent stench of sulfur, decrement and rotting<br />
fish permeated the air – but Vylhaelm did not even<br />
notice the odor. For all his being was focused on these<br />
giant cocoons illuminated by a graceful golden light on<br />
which he now laid his eyes.<br />
Completely captivated Vylhaelms fingers ghostet over<br />
their infectious surface smeared with greyish-yellow<br />
slime before . . .
See the withered lord –<br />
with his crown, made of thorns.<br />
Trapped in a state of feverish madness.<br />
Caught by a gruesome vision come true.
And once the sun is silent,<br />
their blood will fossilize -<br />
their bones will dry and brittle<br />
and slowly break to dust.
Contorted with pain Vylhaelm coughs a putrid lump of<br />
mucus from his moldy lungs, before the blade opens his<br />
veins and the vicious, pitch-black blood gradually<br />
covers the bottom of a stone trough standing right in<br />
front of him. They can smell the tempting scent already<br />
– desire to engage their slippery, thickly webbed hands<br />
in this precious brew and – sip by sip – consume the<br />
entirely blood-filled trough . . .