The Abyss's Whispers

 Walk on my mountains that reek of death's embrace,
Where the impossible takes shape in shadows' space.
In a realm besieged by flames, reality slips and fades,
Your name etched on a tombstone, where dread cascades.

A bloodline, unborn, now festers in decay,
Take a stone, and it sprouts life in a twisted display.
Carve your wrist, let your blood prophesy your fate,
Escape eludes, numbers plummet, sealing your state.

The wounds run deep, there's no way to elude,
Read the dark history, on the ground, it's accrued.
The moon's reflection unveils a sinister scene,
Navy skies turn purple, where nightmares convene.

Lightning in eternal combat, a relentless brawl,
A punishment crafted for false gods, to enthral.
Like an old man's burden, the weight bears you down,
As you run, seeking refuge from a monstrous, shadowed crown.

In this odyssey, I've morphed into the specter of dread,
Briefly freed from the affliction life's poison has spread.
Time dwindles, a relentless, echoing shout,
From a place you've glimpsed, but can't fathom, no doubt.

To spare you from these whispers, this eerie, cryptic verse,
I'd sacrifice my voice, for the eerie is a curse.
So, heed this warning, as darkness slowly nears,
In the abyss of this tale, confront your deepest fears.