Tell me of which terrors you may have seen
Or what cataclysmic din in your head has rung
Staring at me with the eyes of the unforeseen
And pathetically rambling in an inane tongue
That can never deduce its true intents
In the blackening billows that all embower
Scorched skies, across faded horizons
Where black holes live and suns die
A telescope in hand, on the devil i spy
Abstaining my inhibition to falter and cower
A gaping maw of the infinite dark
Stellar architraves hold the crumbling aether
Whence ominous hues paint on spherical canvas
The reverberating beat of its maddening heart
All awaits man when from his id will depart
He told to his peers of what he heard and what he saw
But was met with laughter, a sickening caw
For of what he said, is what i dread
When a man speaks of horrors so far-flung
His only emissary is his inane tongue
29/8/2022