in the shadow world.
same time, same place as where we are,
but removed by magic
so as to be unseen by most
save that it effects this world
with plots and schemes
of foul devising
and fades its agents away like mists
to leave man pondering
the evil in his midst.
the globe of this strange other world
is all about it formed grotesque
were fearsome shapes and crags
in shadow's dizzied churled
menace and foretell of dooms
and so arranged with artful chaos
as to defy even that sense of beauty
which in a hostile rugged landscape can be found
no real life adapted to these horrors
pointed sharp and stinking poison.
no sun of light shines in its sky
but a shadow ball more black than night
which shoots its blackness out like waves
and covers everything that's here
in oil black oppressive fear
a thousand variants of dark
a lightless universe of stark and evil gloom.
the shadow planet is with our world
the empty space about us filled
the darkness driven out but never killed
it's empty, evil, cold and black
and waits to take us ever back
into the abyss from which we came
the never place with nothing name.
and there upon that poisoned sphere
exists the nameless creature witch
in formless malevolence and hate
and secret scheming
endless waits
and sees with eye like blind though seeing
this world's every living being
and from the hidden places
seeps its formless hands like liquid creeps
into atom's shadows place
the memory of its faceless face
and adds to natures boundless gifts
the errors and the tiny rifts
the opposite of that which lives.
