Infestation

                    Infestation



                An ancient God awakens,
                stretching fungus-grey tentacles
                towards the distant light;
                summoned by discordant chants
                and primordial sorcery

                He is neither good nor evil,
                but transcends both
                in his appetite for cosmic chaos;
                wallowing in his own filth,
                he slithers toward life

                A portal opens,
                and dragon-headed avatars
                roar of his arrival;
                then, slake their thirst
                on the blood of his minions

                Famished, he feeds,
                first on the chosen,
                then on the innocent;
                tasting no difference
                as he ingests their essence

                He copulates with demons,
                rendering them mindless
                as they devour his seed;
                then, he waits patiently,
                for the inevitable birth of humanity


               C.  Lon  R.  Bruso