The Nurturing of the Cadaver - Graveyard

What hand harvests the soul at death?

What dwells beneath the tomb after the spirit has departed?

What locks the Gate, the serpent’s eye?

He who would possess the hidden power must pay homage to those of the Void

And provide the sustenance of their being

Their mantle of flesh long destroyed

In ages past they created bodies of flesh walked the earth

And did bred diverse forms of life

For their nourishment, creatures of their design (Some yet continue upon earth)

Shaped and colored to serve their needs

Their mantle of flesh long destroyed

When life has fled the corpse

In the Void they dwell without a form

Yet their desire for the essence of matter remains and long unremembered lusts

Burn with ravenous ferocity