Spirit of Place

Ye know us not, the growth has covered us.
Long have we been hidden from your sight.
Ye know not our names, nor natures,
And yet we are thine own.
Ye chant no invocations unto us,
Yet always are we manifest within thee.
We are the gods of hunger and becoming.
We pulse and grow between your heartbeats.
We are the pause in breathing,
Between the inhalation and the exhalation.
We live to devour and bring forth.
We live between the mind and madness.
We are the ghosts of the unborn...

From The Book of the Forgotten Ones