Like silk, from his mouth
he issued forth a command:
"Come, come friend and
let us meet."
"Friend" was interloper,
but not spoken as such.
He grasped my shoulder
once I crossed, shakingly,
the distance to him.
His eyes were embers.
He bade me, in honey tones,
to lay eyes on his audience
and to my horror,
I did as told.
And those beings of deepest dark
were layed out in front of me.
I lost sense.
He turned me to him,
once my eyes had drank
their fill of poison.
And I saw change.
"I am the Fear", he said again,
and there was transformation.
And mark me when I say that
his guise became something
beyond the realm of words.
Or mind. |