Digital: Vermilingua Decimari

by Beauchamp Art

Vermilingua Decimari - 01

Vermilingua Decimari

What on God’s scorched Earth are you, he that resides beneath it? A Daemon of a man whose footsteps once were proud upon green ground, now a dweller of the depths, a subterranean, homesick mammalian. Worm-tongue, yet unspeaking, so far from humanity he has become that words now escape him, language is a foreign concept with no place in his decimated heart.

Oh what, in Hell, have you become?

You poor, chthonic soul, what hath God wrought?

Vermilingua Decimari - 27

“Behold, the people shall rise up as a great lion, and lift up himself as a young lion: he shall not lie down until he eat of the prey, and drink the blood of the slain.” [Numbers 23]

Vermilingua Decimari - 08

Vermilingua Decimari - 18