16 May 2012
Unleash hell, loose a nation of pigs and rats, in the guise of men with their nightly attacks.
Sewer-side bred and victims of waste. Their stench cuts clean through the terror and haste.
Of all things thought of -the nasty and depraved - these bowel-dwelling underlings don't leave much to be saved.
Creatures of mythological proportions, they gather in threes, fives, sevens and nines.
Each group an odd mix of all kinds.
Infecting our world with their unsavoury grime.
Chanting, incoherently, that it will be their time.
The Down-below Dwellers • Opuss № I