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 rushing river soon

To mimic those who dare engage it

A human host removes the brood

Without material 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 rivers 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 deadborn 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 deadborn 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

Slick 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 into The Drip

The siren’s feast

In its pure and 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