The UnTethering

A mystery so mystic in nature and tone

A demise constructive in days of stone

Found suggestive in ways of runes

Ashes cemented in their own bones.

A ritual conducive to evil's repulses

Lashes and eyeballs crushed and melted

Fingers are sharpened; poked and welded

To summon the one that scared the Celtics.

A demon or monster or a priest of terror

Brlight glowing eyes with a red tint sliver

A mouth sealed off with a piece of leather

Resting unrested millenniums in tether.

Set free at last by the UnTethering

Fire erupts from holes and springs

Engulfing the lands and all within

Being on loose; no mere red herring.

By: Arman Yusuf