The Wellspring

The Wellspring Dead wastes nothing grows, Black manor squats vile gross. Gourmands glut candle rite, Bodies burst corrupt night.

Birds scream skyward wild flight, Deep rumble shakes starving night. Manor shudders sheds its skin, Paintings crash tables spin.

Floorboards bulge with green fire, Light shafts stab through cracking choir. Violent blast hurls them down time black, They wake choking in steam, world cracked.

Jungle explodes in the grand hall core, Vines choke chandeliers, ferns carpet floor. Monkeys swing, parrots flash bright, Roots punch marble with furious might.

Snakes coil on silver flowers burst bold, Feasters stagger through heat and mold. Steam rises from wellspring where the feast once stood, Living jungle reclaims the evil with fresh green wood.

Portal from screens is Druid of the Maji

Enjoy.

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