The sting from it’s breath, encapsulates me, shivers
Of daylight, highlights the mangled gate,
Displaying it’s villainy, slender arms outstretched,
Letting out, what I’ve fought to keep trapped
In the icy depths, only growing stronger, as I forget,
Wrapping its tentacles, squeezing around my throat,
Forcing my eyes, wide birthed, reflecting the monster
Before me, taking me inside it’s domain,
Past insanitys’ far gate, which no mind returns,
Every muscle numbed, as I’m dragged into the void
With my nightmare in the corner, perched,
Swinging it’s stinger like a pendulum,
Casting a shadow, as it passes, through the light,
Slithering closer, and then, emptiness,
The gate shuts, locked, with me behind it.
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