Archspire

The Mimic Well

Archspire


Before the sand around the well turned black
There ran a water, clear, forgiving, serene
Like that of any vein or artery
It pressed along its path

Up earth, in wait of wither
What should have killed the growth at birth did not
In the rush of wither soon
To mimic those who dare engage it

A human host removes the brood
Without maternal merit for her three stillborn litter
Swelling and pounding its way out her orifice
The surrogate vacantly stabs at her skin pod of spawn

The river's thin surface
Like porous blue fabric
Absorbed the occurrence
The fetuses carried below

In the mimic well of siren triplets
A crude onyx hatches
In this tale of a godless odyssey
The foreign force reflects the three dead born
Within its waters

The mimic well of siren triplets
Feeds the spent young
That regrow inside it
Filling, fueling, nursing itself
Down the throats of the clones
Like a formula, living and black

A maternal overseer
Training them to take the image of anyone
Three augmenting in their pit
A triad of ominous gestating replicates

Born together, yet apart
The fluid embedding itself in each one of them
Allocating powers to each uniquely
Making one of skin, one of mind, and one of marrow

Teething on the brick in the well
Until growing human bodies
Silken, ripe, and captivating
When a hunter (thought to be dead) returned alive
The widow knew it came back not a man

In the mimic well of siren triplets
A crude onyx hatches
In this tale of a godless odyssey
The foreign force reflects the three dead born
Within its waters

The mimic well of siren triplets
Feeds the spent young
That regrow inside it
Filling, fueling, nursing itself
Down the throats of the clones
Like a formula, living and black

Silk black tar
Spits from their three young tempting apertures
Leaping from their lustful flesh to gorge
On the victim's appearance
Eclipsing the prey's bleeding reflection
Black engaging red
On the furtive stage at the river's edge
Forever burned in the eye of A.U.M.

They capture this display of the water born's
Insatiable shifting hunger
Then project this feeding process infinitely
From that moment
On to all those who show a willingness to view it
During their gaze in the drip

The siren's feast
In its pure an ancient state
Carries on in timeless kairos
The death and rebirth of the daughters of mutation
Echo again and again in the mimic well
The siren's feast
Echo again and again in the mimic well
Echo again and again in the mimic well