Cult of Ashand (Chapter Two) The Dream Demon
	The power of the Eye did fade And so the Cult became dismayed As their attackers took a hold And a bitter story did unfold
	Still too afraid to storm the gate The armies did decide to wait Swearing alleigence to their liege The House was subject to a siege
	The besieging armies settled in To blockade, tunnels did begin The Cult did nothing, so it appeared As the day of judgement ever neared
	Beneath the House the Cult did cast Their magic spell, until at last From hell there came the piercing cries A malignant spirit did arise
	Formed from filth and excrement A countenance so abhorrent Even the Cult, they could not look As the ground around the creature shook
	The Demon did await the dark To make its sanguinary mark When sleep did take them into dreams The night resounded with bloody screams
	Those who woke in time did run Towards the slowly rising sun As from their bodies did appear The embodiment of their very fear
	They could not run from that within The stuff that formed their shameful sins In suffering and pain they died A rictus grin, a frozen cry
	So as the Cult did once portend The seige of Ashand, it did end The House in victory did rise The Demon, sated, took its prize
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