Conquest

The great haze over the mountain,
Shadowing the hills in the horizon
Has come to its climax
In the massive realm of beauty
May this great haze shine on.

Existing within this world
Being alone is truly grand.
For the mist has some kind of
Mystical and corporeal power about it
Capable of mezermizing even the wisest elder.

How is it, that this great haze
Is capable of wondrous beauty?
And at the same time - Unspeakable Horror.
Resembling the most treacherous of demons.
Similiar only to that of the psyche of H.P. Lovecraft.

Such a terror could be accompanied by confusion,
Permitting this feind to exist.
Could it be?
That this entity is capable of everlasting existence?
Perhaps its survival is dependent on its victims' imagination.

Could this terror be the fate,
Or destiny to those who dwell here?
Is it a dream or reality
Of one devious being?
Alas the forces of goodness cannot defeat such an evil.

This evil as I have so called it
May be wrenched away by some true force.
A being pure in heart
And utterly beautiful in body and soul.
This entity will wield the blade of cleansing.

Such an entity empowered with love
Could possibly shield itself
Perhaps even hold back this tyranny.
Nevertheless to conquer this diabolical foe
It would have to commit suicide.

Although the sentinel of Purity and tranquility
Is capable of destroying the shadows
It would also, in turn defeat itself.
And APATHY would reign
For all of eternity.