Eaten by the Earth

Light, day, sun, even the moon holds no sway or meaning in a place where time stands still until you exit. Rebirth was the incubus first thought as the sun warmed his face. Curiosity commands his actions; What is just ahead, just around that boulder, how far does this go? beckons him into the unknown void. The hellion gazes back back the way he came trying to burn the image of his salvation in his scholar mind. It was silent in here. It foreshadows his future home once his soul leaves this frail body. He laid here upon ageless stone listening to the growing formations. The anxiety ends when a new part of the cavern was discovered, one where the sun illuminated the formation, able to witness the miracles surrounding it. The only things that softens the anxiety are the roots spread across the ceiling and the moss, freezing cold and wet as it is. He thanks the Gods for this reiver that seems to pass through, these plants, a small reprieve in this forsaken place. He watched in awe as the underwater river follows its course as it stands like a cobra. It lies across the underland in smooth seductive curves, cool and innocuous; he could swear that never in his life he has seen anything like it. The poetry of the earth is never dead. deep baritones resonated through his whole being, his chest rose and fell with each breath he took, filling his lungs with the wildness. To his master comment Ramses, who was still surrounding the incubus shoulders, resting his cranium on top of his could only nod, abrely recognisable. For sure who were to observe them may mistake him for a creature of fairytales, with two heads or four eyes but he was to at peace with himself to notice anyone else, unaware of any other presence and halfly ignoring his companion as well.

words of a god
"words of ramses"