Ode to the ‘Shai-Hulud’
Under all that ever was, and under all that e’er shall be,
Giant things do squirm, segmented, and of ancient pedigree.
Under all, my child, they slide beneath, so tread most circumspectly,
Or they will rise and they will rage and they will swallow you directly.
For the end is coming, O my child, the end of all is ever near,
And yet tell no one, o my child, I did not say this, I AM NOT HERE…
© MB 2014