The deepening thrums
Of the ever present drums
Pounding far off from where I am
Betrayed before their time
By sharp flashes of chaos
Tearing the bleak black to pieces
While the wind lends it’s chorus,
And I am lost within the terrible;
And caught beneath this cracked dome.

It wants me for itself;
I see the teeth coming In the dark.

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