A dark thing shifted (A Poem)
A dark thing shifted
Twisted in the shadows
Rebelled against its hidden blueprints
Its orders
Shook a hollow feeler
Created a language
Indecipherable
An ancient crone
Forgotten in the most significant of moments
Passed among its ancestors
From place to place
Person to person
Until it encountered the twisted
Damaged beings
Condemned to the underground
Hidden amongst grit and rock
Eyes a dark dark red
Teeth like kitchen knives
Withholding a tone quite sinister
We see nothing
We tell ourselves it’s probably just the shadows
A trick of the light
Companions shackled to cave stone
Joined through embarrassing melancholy
A true man would know what to do
They could pass through the crossroads
Reach our summit
For now we must remain content
Grovelling on the floor like animals
