Upon This Corpse My Conquest Be Inscribed

from Endless Landscapes of Grim Carnage by Huntress of Stars

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For the war, this clash of cults, had spilled to this sacred place.
Bodies piled up before the dark cavern's maw and set aflame
served as an ominous portent for the horror I'd find within.

The sentries, my mentors, who sheltered me from the sun,
I beheld them, crushed and trampled,
emboweled, and left to rot.
Their bodies, eviscerated, their faces frozen in fear,
the stench of death, lingering
like a shroud over this doomed shrine.

One sentry among the dead, still drew her last, precious breaths
which she gladly spent cursing me for unleashing this fate
upon the sanctum. She knew not who murdered them:
the sun cult or my disciples. Such distinctions seemed so
meaningless and futile now.

Then, from deeper in the cavern, the sound of voices emanated.
In terror I realized those who had slain the sentries
still remained herein
and, now, drew closer.

I left my friend to die alone, her blood still warm on my hands.
And turned to flee from the cavern I once called home.
Footsteps echoed, closing in behind me, as I made haste
to escape from the pursuing swarm.

Yet just as I felt the air from outside drifting in,
they ran me down and, screaming, pulled me into the sun.

With euphoric wrath, they crushed my hands,
splintered my knees and shattered my jaw.
Dragging my body across blood drenched earth,
their laughter filled my ears as they hung a rope from a tree.
Were these my devotees, turning traitor against me?
Or was this the sun sect, exacting their revenge?
In truth, I could not be certain
if they recognized me as the prophet,
Or if I was but an ironic victim of the madness I had loosed upon the wastes.

They hung me by my ankles, limp and bleeding out,
sacrificed to their aimless rage,
with my blistered face turned towards the sun,
left swinging there, to suffer in my foe’s mocking sight.
Gasping for air, I closed my eyes
to deny her the pleasure of watching me die,
yet she burned through my eyelids,
forcing me to return her scorching gaze,
as she boiled my flesh and choked the breath from my lungs.
In these, my final moments,
whispering my contrition to vultures,
her searing voice hissed upon the wind:
“Upon this corpse my conquest be inscribed.”

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from Endless Landscapes of Grim Carnage, released September 30, 2021

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