yog-sothoth 4 :
familiar

 

The voice that spoke was tiny,
insignificant,
but for all its smallness
I could no longer sleep.
It left no room for doubt in my heart.
I sat up, leaned against
the cold brick wall of my room.
It told me,
before you conjure up a better world
remember me
-remember me!

I frowned at this startled display
I said in disbelieving tones -
this darkness
this darkness is your soul
this shadow of our actions
this shadow is your motive
this unknown glory melded from
alchemical anger
brought your world into being.
Seduced from chaos
lain straight between stars
with all the force of an exploding sun -
your breath, your stature, your life
is so dependant on our vision
that this is all there is,
this and nothing more!
What manner of fear is this?

Mine, and yours, and theirs, and all
who stepped through the door,
it told me,
brought me back from hell,
back from stillness, from darkness,
from waiting, from impotent despair.

A dangerous sort of stray,
I thought.
Where's my leash?