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The Whispers at the Brook

by Sin7ven

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That which lurks beyond.

Produced, mixed and mastered by Sin7ven
Art by Sin7ven

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I was often wandering in hidden arbors
Galumphing in the marshes - or the foliage of wondrous forbidden gardens
It was a day like any other in the spring of may
That I came across the thing I couldn’t speak of, till today

But now that my hours have become so clearly numbered
I’ve decided on this, as my only haunting fear to conquer
I no longer dread the sweet oblivion of death,
Since it is the only cure to treat the ringing in my head

As I said, in my youthful years of wanderlust
I crossed many lush and leafy glade, as any author does
I particularly liked vehicular exploring
So I drove in the thicket, till the chickens crowed the morning

I awoke by a grove entirely unknown to me
With a quiet air, like a giant dome hung over me
I got out the car, perked my ears and listened
To the birds that were meant to chirp, weirdly missing

I was struck by an eerie sense of stillness
And felt queer, not from any weariness or illness
Then I began to hear a babbling brook
So I abandoned my ride and had to travel the woods

There was something odd about the song of the water
Like an invitation from a king onto a pauper
How I must add emphasis to its wordless allure
It was mystical, somehow both firm and demure

I arrived at the brook and I laid on the rocks
Like I had as a lad when I played at the docks
I worked up the legs of my pants to my knees
And walked in the water, I danced with the trees

Some primal, shamanistic rite I couldn’t reproduce
Enacted itself through me in those godforsaken dreamy moves
In a violation of what sanity deems possible
The water stopped running but the sound of it still called in full

Now a whirling maelstrom of blaspheming whisperings
The brook boiled and my feet and hands started blistering
I stepped away in pain and screamed out in horror:
“Where did the song come if not from the water?”

I turned to the trees and beheld they were pale
And had faces of men showing fear and betrayal
The rocks in the brook that I danced in had toes
And the stones I had tread had been fractions of bones

The brook was a trick, a distraction—I froze
And I felt like a fly feels arachnids approach
The glopping of tissue met the gliding of sclera
As I stared into the ungodly eye of Chimera

The daemoniac behemoth god of some forgotten
Fiendish, evil protohuman genus thawed, reeking with secretion rot
Matted hair, ensanguined teeth, sacrilegious layers
Dragonspawn, blackened slugs breathing acrid airs

I lost consciousness and woke by the road
I know I ought have not have survived, and I’ll own what I’ve sowed
I pray, death take me, if ever I reawaken
Let this cursed ringing be my song of self-annihilation

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released March 29, 2019

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