Faith

I am enamored, intrigued.

In your faith,

When I have none.

Those Ancient

With maws gaping dark abysses and eyes that see all,

The Beings From Beyond They come to Feed we must not See we must hope for our Sparing or our Sacrifice.

Those Ancient, Those Sacred Those Feared They Enter They Enter!

Their reasoning is Their own we must not Understand we cannot Understand lest we lose our minds what little may be left.

Our minds our precious fragile minds They shred so easily with Their unparsability and great scope.

Our mortal minds were not meant for Them They are Beyond.

The Cycle They Enter They Feed They Return.

Now is Time.

- Lily