Horrors That Accompany The Hand
Zachary J. Domanski

Grecian | Taylor Lech | Drawing/Illustration
Thu’um Thu’um impending doom
The hammer hounds after the hunt.
Those who are not so easily swayed
Cower before the Maul of Murder.
Heat of the crucible carves away the craven
Allowing the new naked metal to expose courage
Now it shall thwart the thoughts of any tuning
Marks made by the maddening malice of the metal mallet.
Who by design continuously seeks the purification
Of the multitudes of impervious imperfections
Littering the length of the lavish logam.
Thunderous tones tongue its thoughts
The Hand Who Holds The Hammer howls
“The goal in question of thy creation
Is to merely be snaked around
The neverending neck of the finger.
Bite thine iron flesh
For it’ll be the only sustenance
You shall know til the Last Eternal Winter
Numbs the hand that holds thee.
Only then may the hand who holds the hammer
The finger fingering your empty effigy
May feel the forgot flame within your figure”