Monad
Your blood runs, ancient in your veins
Whispers of past eons slither through the dim caves
I write the whispers here for you by torchlight
weary and lonesome
Words fall over words in the dark
I try to sleep but their chanting melts into my dreams...
Unimaginable horrors that I cannot tell in words

While awake
With every cell of my being
I will not think of her
I will not

But I dream
She is there entwined with the terrible phantasms
Telling me