The night is warm and silent, breezeless trees stand still as corpses, Intrusive venomous thoughts begin to enter through old wounds, Convulsions of memory shake themselves into a distorted reality, The familiar unwanted feeling begins to ripple itself up the spine, Discomforts’ creeping fingers create a buzz at the back of the neck, The skin begins to crawl, numb at first, before the unreachable itch, It feels like a thousand tiny spiders suddenly marching across the skin, The edges of vision begin to dull and darken into shadowy haze, Uneasy hands begin to reach for the nearest item of solid comfort, But it’s too late, we have arrived, the rational mind has left the building, Now, there is only panic.
Why does part of me always seek the harshest of feelings, Why am I not content when I’m at rest, the peace never visits for long, It is though my mind actively seeks out negative pathways, Rather than remain quiet, stay at rest, be calm and content, Instead, a pursuit haunts my sleep, and affects my waking day, I don’t like it, I don’t want it, but it’s there, I seek comfort in the hunt for objects that bring me pleasure, An obscure part of my mind knows I’ll soon be unable to attain them, So, I collect, I stockpile, I obsess, I spend, I hunt further, Everything is recorded, everything is placed in correct order, all but me, I foresee darkness on my horizon, and I fear the grey days that it will place me in, I’m unsure I have the strength left to again walk that long hard road back to the light, I don’t want that feeling, but it is inevitable. I resent the persistence of time, and the silent murders that it commits, Time is never held accountable, it has no day in court to answer for its crimes, Lifespan, not death itself, that is the real ticking time-bomb of the mind, There is no going back, just a subtle pushing forward from unseen hands, Dark days are coming, I don’t want them, but they are inevitable.
A dreamer’s eyes open, suddenly and wide, accompanied by a gasp for air, It feels as though the sleeper has been brought to life for the first time, The confusion passes, and they acclimatise to this new red sunlit world, Standing high on a dune, the dreamer looks down on a black city lit by red lights, This world of exploration is dusty and dim, as the dreamer enters the city limits, It seems lifeless, countless tall glossy black metallic buildings stretch upwards, Every dark doorway is scarlet lit, there is no sound here other than the wind, No birds sing, no sounds of human commotion, just an empty silent expanse, The dreamer stands in the middle of a sand-covered road, paved with dark stone, The wind whips sand into the sleeper’s eyes, as the sound of a low deep hum rumbles, From the bowels of the earth, the dreamer feels the vibration through the road, And as the sun begins to fall, the darkness brings sinister tidings, From the black alcoves along the street, countless glowing red eyes appear, The glowing eyes follow the dreamer while they cautiously walk among the black towers, Again, the deep horn rumbles with a hum, and the sound of 1000 whispering voices begins, The whispers are almost deafening, it feels as though they are inside the dreamer’s head, With ears covered, the run begins, a left turn here, a right turn there, and into a side street, Black metal streetlights line the roadway, all glowing with a vivid red glow, In the dusty darkness at the end of the street, crooked black creatures with red eyes spill out, They cut off any escape, they rapidly approach, driving the dreamer back towards the dunes, The pavement soon becomes deep sand and a steep incline, where feet sink and slip, The creatures are still in pursuit, the whispering intensifies as the dreamer struggles to move, Coal black arms burst from the sand clutching the dreamer’s clothing and limbs, Many unnaturally long arms clasp and pull the dreamer face down onto the dune side, The sand below the dune begins to give way revealing an enormous gaping mouth, Tentacle-like arms begin to drag the dreamer into the mouth from where they originate, In an instant the dreamer is devoured, the mighty jaws snap shut before sinking into the sand, Silence falls, the city empties, the red sun rises, and on the top of the dune, A new pair of eyes open, suddenly and wide, accompanied by a new dreamer’s gasp for air
From midnight hour I hear the call, Of distant people kept in thrall, In blood-stained desert lands they lie, In a place where birds no longer fly, With beliefs stuck in another time, Committing genocide, not war but crime. Religion is where true evil thrives, Its bombs destroy families and displace lives. Over the same dirt that exists everywhere, But imaginary faith lines create despair, A time will come soon when humanity will fall, And down will come baby, cradle and all.
Under knotted storm clouds and blackened night-soaked seas, Ancient stone columns plummet countless fathoms to the darkest ocean depths, Beneath the coral covered chancel of a long forgotten holy place, A white leviathan’s eye, stares blindly upwards to the distant surface, Forgotten by time, the sleeper beneath the waves has awaited the call, The somnambulistic god of the old world impatiently stirs in the inky darkness, When called from slumber, the creatures answer will be final, In its throat the reply awaits, death, total doom, absolute devastation.
On a beach, incantations can be heard among the crashing of the waves, For the stars are out tonight as death cult followers summon their leviathan god, With his rising, the sea rumbles and floods, destruction is unleashed upon the world of men. Cities are annihilated by waves, and sunlight is blacked out by ash from erupting volcanoes, The lands freeze, and not a soul is left to witness the creature’s cosmic departure.
All is lost in its wake, a dead planet slowly revolves through the cold darkness of time.
Dan Verkys 