Darkest Life Captured

My version of Lovecraft's "Pickman's Model"

Ancient places gorgeously dreaming,
waking my darkest gifts,
arousing the fire of hell in pigment.
Nitre encrusted tunnels and warrens
dripping far beneath this antiquated town.
Neglected, subterranean pathways of the wicked,
mimicking convoluted roads
in an accomplished artist's mind.

Denizens of these shadowed byways,
my nefarious friends (family?) in moonlight,
grinning with yellowed canines agleam.
Slumped forward, spinal cracking,
human derivative, partway down DNA spirals
to slavering, scavenger wolves,
with an anatomy of horrific,
the physiology of truly fearsome.
Taloned hands holding human bones,
scraping away at the marrow
for midnight desired meals.

Their terribly savage beauty
demanding brush strokes
lovingly applied to accursed canvas.
Expressions from Hades itself,
catching shaded overtones of souls twisted,
slanted, unfamiliar,
my pigmented testament
to the beauty of horror.