Toadstool druid
Creeping through the forest
Pale skin dappled
By the light that sneaks through the trees
What unclean rituals you perform in the dark
Seeping up from below
Children of the soil heed your call
Words that writhe
Like the moss on the rocks
Slither about
The cathedral of leaves
Rights of adumbration
Sepulchre of obscutration
catacombs of disposetion
Golgothic world of cariosity
Call upon
The black goat our mother
Her children swarm
From the sepulchre of green
The druid kneels
Before the abomination
And delivers communion
Into the mouth of madness
like me.