Rumblestone

Rumbling earth offers it's own baseline Bones of the underworld crackle thunderously Concussive forces driving Gaia's ecstasy. The man watches as her eyes crackle menacingly Mortal flirtations lusting for battle Stone and Crystal, immense and fragile. Booming, resonating, radiating, alive, Conjured rumblings otherworldly Each threaten alternately To burst his chest Or to implode it. With each pulse, each soul-searing challenge of her gaze, Every aching breath Yet he remains, agonizingly still And there is nought but to wait for her to move first. It is a reaper's die cast in darkness Uncalculated gamble of unwitting fortune So he must wait. Her almar might yet give a wary soul rest Hiraeth, and hope. Or unmercifully rend him hapless. So lingers his being, languishing in exquisite agony Hoping desperately, and rumbling as eldritch runes 'neath horrors unknown.