Swamped

When you lay with pounding heart
thinking of what ilk thou art,
Consider this that you may know
What beast was buried long ago
And how the thing so misbegotten
Is not lost but just forgotten.
In the leaves of ancient lore
With the cures for boil and snore
I've writ the map to show the way
So you can stop the beast today.
Read it well, be not misled,
Among the living seek the dead,
The hidden path will guide you true
When even gods abandon you.
If coins of wisdom do ye seek
Go where voices cannot speak,
Where the dark waves writhe and seethe
And he who whispers does not breathe.
There my treasure you may find
And salvation for all kind.