The ground around the mouth is dry, the green
Is gone, the life has fled. The only sight
To see is rock and earth, eroded earth.
The stench of rot will cloud your thoughts and choke
Your soul. The wind itself dares not to blow
by this corrupted waste. Do not get close
To the black door; those eldritch chants will chill
Your flesh and rape your mind and make you rip,
And tear, and claw your skin until you wake
Up from the song. This blighted place is dead.
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