The Torment Below the Grave

My tomb lies white and pallid

For no life can exist below

No flowers, no peace, no joy

Into the depths I must go

I behold the beast aflame

Shattering his chains to arise

A basilisk of spitting fire

With a forked tongue and slit eyes

His horns in trinity, his tail in curls

Smoke bellows from his nose

For all around swarms this vortex

Through its wellspring he rose

Atop the mountains a burning flow

Linking the chasms at their base

In the torment I see him clear

The wrath of a cold and rust’hued face

My flesh dangles in the flames

My teeth in agony gnash

The stench singes my eyes

Reeking of sulfur and ash

A place of wailing grief

In this world I’m caged

Silently this place dwells

Beneath my lonely grave

- Maligno