The Nekraverse
By
A J Dalton
There is another
place
Ushered in hushed
tones
By visionaries and
prophets
Also mystics and
priests.
It is dangerous
indeed
Just to hear of it
For it provokes
fear forever
Or all-consuming
desire.
Thoughts of it are
infectious
As things seen
cannot be unseen –
And naming it is
unwise
Since the sound
cannot be unheard.
You are thus its
vehicle
That brings it
closer here
So that it comes
upon us
Despite our
desperate dissent.
Please do not ask
even
Innocently
I beg you spare us
From yourself,
Narzule.