On blistered screen of pockmarked veil
Torn from face of lonely grail
I recall visage that drew a smile on
Rorschach blot begrimed in bile

Tapped from tumors tucked in gut,
Marred malign and keened corrupt
The ink that seared a ragged leer split
Pallid skull yet lent no cheer

This winters eve where stormwinds
Cleave outside our creaking walls
We clasp the chains that anchor us
To monolithic halls

All within the weal of spine arrive
Here lost in wound of mind
For what's another fraught traveler
Fragmenting frayed unraveler?
In crooked realm of twisted hell
So bid the specter enter!

This winters eve where stormwinds
Cleave outside our creaking walls
We clasp the chains that anchor us
To monolithic halls

Incise thy name. Bow heads in shame.
Let the nightmares die.
Split in twain - then again!
Splinter in a mote's eye

I dream cull! I dream cull!