The Unknown

She grins without any humor

Those closest know

They know about her

Know about her fixation

About her sharp nails

Her free time activities

Deep deep deep deep deeper they dive

Only able to breath in the toxic fumes

She welcomes them

“Anchary…” she whispers in ancient tongues

She cups chaos in her slim fingers

And drinks it

They can only see rot

She shows them a city of drums and gold

The north star is in the wrong part of the sky

She laughs until tears drown the foolish unworthy men

They forgot her and now she will make them fear her

Like an animal she tucks her napkin in her lap and takes a sip

A sip of iron

Her steps make them tremble and their knees bleed when they fall

They tear and fight and kill

She smiles her humorless grin

“They’ll end each other. And I’ll watch from a mountaintop.”

She will rise and fire will reign.

The sun will bow down to her.

She is a myth. A legend. A fear.

She is

The Unknown