Analysis of Cimmerian Night

Blackness blooms across a Cimmerian landscape
Clotted clouds hover low over jagged peaks
Shadows seek shelter under rotted stumps
As do things that scurry unseen in the night.

Creatures cry chilling cacophonies
Screeching voices bemoaning their plight
And beneath a bloated moon arises a ululating lament
As darkness strips away the last vestiges of daylight.

Pervading putrefaction chokes the air
Its clinging unwholesomeness-
Permeable as a shroud-
Reeks of blight.

Lurid lunar light eclipses reality
Hope descends into Despair’s murky maw
Even spirited souls are surrendered
During this time without light.