Denizens of the Worm
With Ouroboros dead,
stony mouth agape,
each new invader
pushes indwelling clans
farther from the light,
Fungi consume the corpses
of the slain and we them,
we make our last stand at the
petrified sphincter,
trampling broken swords,
misshapen skulls,
and each other.
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