gagginforit
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Hello. I wrote this a long time ago. I've dug it out because I've found a place that hosts open mic poetry readings and I'd like to give it a shot. Is it worth reading, or is it just painfully awful?
What it is
is what it always has been
And what it was
is what it always shall be
Where is it from?
Nowwhere
Here
The universe
Infinity
How old is it?
How old is time?
These woods
these black ashes
and these dark pines
Hide it when it is here
Shroud it as it seethers
As it hungers
As it waits
Chained by a law long bidden
and long opposed
It waits
Many names we give to thee
Many stories and legends we write
And many names you have for us
Your nemesis
Your prey
Your lust
Behold
one of us comes
He comes to these woods for reasons of his own
Reasons which you know not
Nor care for
He seeks
yes
but not for you
He flees
but not from you
He fears
but not of you
He is young
He knows not
of the evil
that is you
He seeks you not
but he will surely find you
As will he surely flee you
And as he will most surely fear you
Behold
He comes
He approaches a tree
A rotten husk that draws his love lost eyes
A tree of which you know
A tree
beneath which he will lie
From which he will never leave
For his wandering is over
As he settles beneath it
finally
Thou art released
His vision fades
His life dims
You feed
He will rise again
And he will try to start anew
But this time he will not be himself
He cannot
For he
Is now you
What it is
is what it always has been
And what it was
is what it always shall be
Where is it from?
Nowwhere
Here
The universe
Infinity
How old is it?
How old is time?
These woods
these black ashes
and these dark pines
Hide it when it is here
Shroud it as it seethers
As it hungers
As it waits
Chained by a law long bidden
and long opposed
It waits
Many names we give to thee
Many stories and legends we write
And many names you have for us
Your nemesis
Your prey
Your lust
Behold
one of us comes
He comes to these woods for reasons of his own
Reasons which you know not
Nor care for
He seeks
yes
but not for you
He flees
but not from you
He fears
but not of you
He is young
He knows not
of the evil
that is you
He seeks you not
but he will surely find you
As will he surely flee you
And as he will most surely fear you
Behold
He comes
He approaches a tree
A rotten husk that draws his love lost eyes
A tree of which you know
A tree
beneath which he will lie
From which he will never leave
For his wandering is over
As he settles beneath it
finally
Thou art released
His vision fades
His life dims
You feed
He will rise again
And he will try to start anew
But this time he will not be himself
He cannot
For he
Is now you