CandleGoat

Alone, unalive, forgotten and abandoned where only the

discarded dwell, the scurrying of footstpes so large

planets fall into the great pit, entire civilizations

consumed in the slow frenzy of despair, an unholiness

that judges without reason, digested by something so

hungry, so insatiable, a gleeful darkness that knows you

have arrived, and has always known, something that should

never have been, something waiting with a patience truly

terrifying, that is everything and nothing, a darkness

that binds all together in fear and eternity. Await.