Broth of Oblivion (Outtake) - Aura Noir

Sourceless, rythmless, heartless.

I scan the desert.

Since I, in my beasthood saw the dancers there.

As my hands, two tiny figures, came visible,

Like a carniver of flesh.

A union of monstrosities.

Curveless, boundless, eyeless.

I flee from the source of my agony.

Since I, in my beasthood, took form

In new, alien anatomies.

My limbs towering, mounting in celebration.

Murmuring the approval of new glories