Golgari

Glistening Golgari
Wet from the vat,
The birthing fluid in her lungs,
The cloying grave-scent heavy,
Juddering, gasping breath.

Gluttonous Golgari,
Gorging on death.
Scrabbling in the fungus,
and feasting on the fallen.
Consume your ill-fated fill.

Glorious Golgari.
Spawning forth multitudes upon multitudes,
that swarm across the globe.
Queen of the world,
and every one a life.

Gone is old Golgari,
ouroboros fulfilled.
Her circle closes on her,
the brood will stand attentive,
and feed upon her passing.

Glistening Golgari-spawn,
March forth unto the vat,
The fluid pours upon them
and they are torn asunder,
birthing her anew.