Legend Lore: The Unborn

Prophesized in ancient age
Foreseen to bring an endless doom
A fatherless child, infernal rage
Born from the childless faceless' womb
Boiling blood and coiling flesh
Breaking bone and bringing death
Beast and man about will thresh
Until the dying man's last breath
Ever hungry, never sated
The Unborn's rage is true
Born by flesh so cursed and hated
A simple spell it would renew
Denied its true and healthy form
The raging mass of flesh goes wild
Spawning forth its limbs, they swarm
The unborn kin, the faceless' child
While it grows it remains unseen
Sending out its limbs to find
Souls and flesh to feed and wean
And strengthen its body and its mind
When it feeds it grows and grows
Thirsting for the blood of her
Who denied the blessed sweet repose
Any foe will its wrath incur