Flee The Graven Claw

The graven and stinking juggernaut was raised from black pout and the scubbed loins of Black Pete

Douglass, his coarse and twitching pale cheeks the most fall words that summon the dirge demon forth

Creaking and raging at its slumber broken, wood wheels infinite in number

Black Douglass , what have you done?!
More a mercenary man
Then mason, now magician!

The craving unblinking behemoth with black heat and the hulled shapes of cracked casket
Douglass, his wits and jellied limbs fluster across the fall grounds that house the dead sea men forth
Seeking and baying as it lumbers croaking, worms dripping to squelch asunder

Black Douglass , what have you done?!
More a mercenary man
Then mason, now magician!