Seven mouthed demon…
I have been observing it.
Today, only one mouth fed —
Passing the hours by
Consuming freshly flayed flesh…
Six more mouths barked, bleated, hissed, and mumbled
In volcanic cacophony of incoherent argument.
Rabid drool quakes from snarling canines.
Futile bleating becomes grinding teeth.
Stalking undergrowth of this monstrous soundscape.
Maniacal mumbling of forgotten myth.
Mummified tongues stir and whisper.
In this crypt, ‘enunciation’ does not exist.