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Balthor, Wraith King of Mycelium

by Spife

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Fallen, Face first, A mushroom to catch me. Mouthful, Of pungent, And putrid spores mist me. Choking of the lungs. Reverberated coughing. The strangling of the woods, It amplifies my tragedy. Dizzy, Throat closing, What dust has chased into my lungs. My eyes, Are burning, The world looks red around me. Tortured striations, Echoing through my mind. A sinking feeling, Comes over me yet I, Keep struggling, Deep breaths, Through clouded lungs and mind. No more, Must rest, I need to rest my mind!
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02. Wraithsbreath The Boy: A wretched creeping, A crawling from within. I feel as though, I’m not alone, There’s someone in my fear. Untitled madness, Squirming deep within. I feel it stretching, Like a blanket, Closing me within. I hear the whispers. Almost words. The come from inside of me The Wraithsbreath’s curse. The Wraithsbreath’s curse. What putrid mushroom, Had caught my face, And burrowed it’s way, Into my brain. What entity, Has made its way, Deep inside, And made it’s plain. Balthor: it is I
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03. Unwelcome Guest The Boy: Who, answer, what be thy name What fowl creature, Has climbed inside me, Render me thy name. Balthor: My name is not deserved, To a host as lowly as thee. You are but a puppet, For me to live in thee. The Boy: Answer me my question, Render me thy name. I am more than but a puppet, I shall show thee, inhumane. Balthor: Fret not young one, This is now my domain, I’ll wrestle it from thee, And hide thee away. The Boy: I shall not go down without a fight, Fowl creature inside my brain, I’ll wrestle back and show thee, This domain is mine to say. Balthor: Wrestle ye may try, A hopeless act from thee. I shall entomb thee I’m thine mind, And there ye shall stay! The Boy: *screams of agony.
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The Boy: Let me free! I shan’t be held here, Trapped in mine own brain! Fowl creature, Answer me! What be thy name! To take another’s body, Is but a cowards game, Answer me fowl thing! What be thy name! Trap me if thy want, Control I still may have, Though distant from mine eyes, My sight I do still have. Answer me! Hideous creature without a name, Answer me! Render me thy name!
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Balthor: Thine shouting has caught mine ears. A valiant effort for one caught. A title I shall give thee, But mine name I shall not. King of wraiths, is that which some call me. A death that all should fear, For death it is not so much, But eternal service to me. The Boy: Why take me, Myself is not for you. What evil do you come from, And what evil would you make me do. Balthor: I had only laid a trap, Awaiting my chance, Thy would have done the same, To have a body back. My ways are not evil, Only in self service, Laying claim to what is mine, The world is but my oyster. The Boy: What wretched thing, Has crept into my brain! My mind, thy cannot have it. It shall not be stripped away! Answer me fowl creature, What is thy name!
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Balthor: A name has strong power, This much ye may know, My name ye shall have, Soon ye shall know. My name shall become yours, Once ye’ve been subdued. My grip, it is tightening, Grasping your mind. This wrestling shall end, We soon shall entwine. The Boy: No! I shall not surrender! This body is mine! Though thou claim to have it, This is my mind. Lock me away, If that’s what it takes, But this I shall not leave. Though thou may take me over, My mind I shall not leave! Away sick thing Away, Thine spores They sicken me. Away and leave me to be Trapped Inside where thou can see.
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The Boy: Oh, my mind. I fear that I’m alone, Yet this thing surrounds me. Ever moving, Ever watching, Ever squeezing. Wrapping around my mind! What misfortune has befell on me. Why has my mind been taken from me. How long till I cannot see, How long till I cannot be. This crowded loneliness, What cannot be, Alone yet completely surround, Oh, this is me!
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The Boy: Thoughts slow To almost nothing. No longer my own. I am losing something. Control of my mind, And over my body, It all keeps on slipping, My grasp, it is rotting. The wraith in my mind, It’s voice is suffocating, My thoughts and my life, Are now intertwining. How long can I last, This eternal torture. I shall not be drained, Of my last drop of vigor. Balthor: Boy, thou are mine now. We are the same, One creature at last now. I’ll give thee my name, Now we are together, trapped in thine mind, I find this a pleasure. Balthor are we, Now intwined together. One name have we, No more shall I waiver.
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An Avant-Garde, Dark Ambient opera with two characters vying for one mind.


When Balthor he went by a different name, now forgotten to the ages. He enjoyed venturing into the woods and exploring nature. It was on one of these trips to the woods that would forever change the boy into the warlord of infamy. That fated day, the boy would wander into a part of the forest in which had not been visited by mankind for many years. Stumbling upon a scene of horror, he found the corpses of animals strung up in the trees. The air smelled dank in this part of the forest. In an attempt to flee, the boy fell face first into a rare mushroom known as the Wraithsbreath. The spores in this mushroom were made from of the Wraith King of Mycelium, Balthor. It was in this instance that Balthor planted itself inside the boy's mind. Throughout the years after the incident in the forgotten depths of the forest, the boy's consciousness fought for control over his body, but with the wraith living inside him, he was eventually overcome. Balthor took control of and the boy was pushed back into the depths of his own mind, only a watcher from the windows of his eyes. The Wraith changed the boy's body to that of a massive stature of unnatural perfection; perfection in the way that it could be used, grotesque in appearance. Balthor, now the boy, took up arms and amassed a large army, seeking to destroy those in power and take it for himself. It was Good King Lercel who would finally bring peace to the boy after being lost in his mind for so long. The battle of Rogmenthop would be the final resting place of Balthor, the boy and king Lercel, with the boy finally returning to fullness of mind in his final moments.

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released October 27, 2023

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