Terror Tales (2010)
In lore that bore,
Upon its breast,
Black-winged creatures,
Atop skeletal nest,
Fixation grew,
As to ensue,
A deepening loss.
As thoughts withdrew,
Far, the influence, reality's sway.
A mind unhinged.
Until, words tortured, lead the way.
Sanity soon impinged.
Screamed was madness from the pages.
Byzantine labyrinths evoked,
Terrors yet unknown to these ages,
Cyclopean ruins bespoke.
And above - sat their eyes,
Eagerly to gleam,
Framed in twisted skies,
On the one below,
Bound so to dream,
Of black-winged creatures,
Atop a skeletal world.
Something I whipped up to avoid studying for awhile. Somewhat of an examination of the experience of being transported to a frightening world from which there appears to be no escape. Specifically in relation to when this occurs while reading something along the lines of Lovecraft..
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