f e a r

feast it is for the eyes to see
elegance wreathed in darkness' weave
ambling out of a deep blue sea
riding the waves as a tumbling weed

frosty coolness upon its wake
electrifying chill so sharp yet vague
ample time though it leaves behind
rarely enough to save the blind

for it brings great pain in its wake
eating its way from the heart of jane or jake
an alterego to man or beast
reaping the courage with relative ease

following through to the end of the line
entering the realm of a dark divine
a purple haze, a foggy cloud
rocking the world inside out

finding its foothold in one and all
eldritch haunting overhaul
an overload of mental torture
roiling seas of despair in colour

feel it...
experience it...
and no matter what...
run not from it...