Devours the very memory of light.
A sudden tremor shakes the vaulted nave,
As from the murk a monstrous form appears;
A creature birthed within this mental cave
From all the atrabilious fears.
Its hide is shingled with superlatives,
Each scale a sharp and jagged, cruel word,
While in its gut a dark obsession lives,
A hunger that has never yet been heard.
It strikes with clauses, heavy and verbose
To tangle Vesperian in a web of speech,
Its every movement calculated, close,
A lesson only suffering can teach.
But Logos flares, a resplendent
brand,
To carve a path across the shifting sand.
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