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
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