Wall of horrors without form
I see ony tendrils and eyes
Place-holders for the unseeable
A landscape alive with malice
Howling down, a storm of flesh
Make my escape, strangely calm
Seated on the back of a horror
That once was my best friend
Bone, chitin, membranes, eyes
Loping on impossible appendages
The face alone recognizable
Amid a terror scarcely less
Than the one I flee for my life

Inspired by this.

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