Demonic atoms of endless pain, dissolving the inner being of the victim like a fly devoured by an abyssal spider, quantum by quantum.

Colourless ghosts, vague forms without soul sinking into Hades. Venom, agony, ontological death forever. Murky flowers of horror, showing a neverending rain of immortal blades.

The murder of a crystal, a frame of devouring worms burnt by fire and ice in the deepest pit of thralldom. I hear blurred words pronounced by cancerous trolls, I feel the God of Plague growing inside their gangrene hearts!

A spell of Gale! Muspell is coming onwards, bringing echoes of distortion and essential death in the shape of a diamond.

A crown of incoherence brightens my head with grey astonishing flares. I wear it for my Elven Queen.

Arwen's eyes are sideral diamonds. When She fell down from the Sky of Glass, I followed Her into the deepest darkness of this material Hell.

Dreary and destroyed, I let my hallucinated optic nerves crackle in connective flames.

I see dales of black cosmic horror, a river of death stars flows between tombs of steel.

Green flames of thriving shadow, a brazen locust inside my heart made of frost.