The Putrid Mere

There beyond the noisome, sad gray mere

Lies all the putrid life

Which roosts and rots and ruts 'round here

It's dreary puss green shores and slattern, slavering rivulets

Limned by eerily hazed gray fog shrouded day

And all of the bounteous colours of decay

A vast spectrum of death lights that sallow valley

This, and every day

From stagnant dawn through corrupted day

Till Daemon night when foul things dance and play

Leaving all of the squamous teeming life,

Nothing more than the remnants of a corroded wretched husk

And beneath the stagnant placid face of those slimy green filmed waters

Cavort and gloat and writhe with blasphemous glee the evil monstrous spawn,

Maggot hued

Of that which should not have survived through ancient aeons gone

Wavering still, waiting somnambulant upon the sill

Of fecund existence

For the resurrection and the kill,

The final tole for banish-ment in ages passed

Beyond even the tenebrous veil of Earth's hoary past.

And Genesis's Author would weep to know

The dark rich Evil harboured in that noisome pond's knowing even-lit glow