One by one, individual then group
Faces look up, shine to the sky
Elation rippled, and the town shuttered
A horrible creature, stood once more
Stepping from the sea, building beneath foot
Timber to toothpick, stone ground to sand
It stretched, edge of horizon to edge
Wing tips ripped the sky, lightning crashed
It's eyes, madness dripped from dark orbs
Claws tips fingers, hung on heavy arms
Muscles grew and gathered, ignoring effort
As it dragged tails, seaweeds barnacled and old
It had come to Bon Homme, as legends foretold
Villagers succupiants now, of purest joy; driven mad
Tearing at their hair and flesh, screams announcing its rebirth
It cast its eyes west, as if it's gaze focused on a desire
And it's head turned, toward sea once more
Almost reluctant to leave its womb, cold embrace
It's mouth bellowed, no earthy sound
Tentacled fingers around its mouth, stretching; writhing
That sound, not heard but shattering minds
Eyes began to bleed, then run down
Ichor down faces, ruined with black
Ears drained, sick yellow
One by one, individual then group
As this God strode, once more
Dropped, lifeless bodies shone
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 9:27 PM UTC
One by one, individual then group
Faces look up, shine to the sky
Elation rippled, and the town shuttered
A horrible creature, stood once more
Stepping from the sea, building beneath foot
Timber to toothpick, stone ground to sand
It stretched, edge of horizon to edge
Wing tips ripped the sky, lightning crashed
It's eyes, madness dripped from dark orbs
Claws tips fingers, hung on heavy arms
Muscles grew and gathered, ignoring effort
As it dragged tails, seaweeds barnacled and old
It had come to Bon Homme, as legends foretold
Villagers succupiants now, of purest joy; driven mad
Tearing at their hair and flesh, screams announcing its rebirth
It cast its eyes west, as if it's gaze focused on a desire
And it's head turned, toward sea once more
Almost reluctant to leave its womb, cold embrace
It's mouth bellowed, no earthy sound
Tentacled fingers around its mouth, stretching; writhing
That sound, not heard but shattering minds
Eyes began to bleed, then run down
Ichor down faces, ruined with black
Ears drained, sick yellow
One by one, individual then group
As this God strode, once more
Dropped, lifeless bodies shone
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