It hides amongst the shadows
in cruelest form.
Doesn't take long to emerge;
it's been waiting
for eternity.
Slithering out of time,
the means to measure
the amount of chaos it contains,
cannot be found.
The howl of generations future
is its song.
The remnants of the past are not long
for this new world
of tormented flesh
and misshapen figures
crawling the new soil and diseased sky.
Below, above, and within has opened up,
and unknown phantoms from unknown places cross over;
haunting and afflicting,
poisoning and reawakening.
A trembling old woman and a little girl
hide in the dark.
She tells the child stories of sunlight and freedom
as the child sleeps a brief peaceful escape.
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