We stand defenceless as visions of the dark side within us spin our ship about and leave us stranded on dry land.
An elemental force within our souls lifts to the surface our sole master, our slime-covered guru, immune to mistrustful scrutiny of his impish tricks.
Behold the spectacle of his fanatical greatness.
Watch our dormant seat of reason surrender to quicksand.
For he is we and we are he.
We stand defenceless.
© Ash N. Finn, 2017