It lies dreaming, deep within the core.
Curled into a compact mass of indescribable nightmare.
Mandibles gnawing and maws able to engulf the day.
Glassy, icy reptilian flesh covered in a noisome slime.
And from claw to tip of tail it is an obsidian black.
Birthed out of the void between thought and matter.
An awful thing with dreams far worse than itself.
Consumer, devourer, annihilator of body and mind.
Its life expressed in the abysmal reverberance it makes.
Destroyer, unmaker; chaos and oblivion its prime conation.
It stirs with unmentionable horror, this creature of unlight.
Slithering into and out of existence and wrecking as it goes.
Deep in the darkest dark of the core, it dreams so terribly.
Ex Tempore LXII
M.M. — 04-Sep-2013
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