Mistress of the Dark by Draevnn Motkova

Slashing forward, gazing even into the abyss 
the lurching monster stretches tentacles of destruction, 
reaching, grasping, controlling all around, 
delving deep even into our minds with haunting sounds.   
 
Fear, a force more potent than the beast 
subjugates the human soul with ease of giving in,
surrendering without resistance, 
complacency, comfort, fear of failure, wash away resilience. 
 
We, our kind, our nature is to not resist,  
even at a cost of higher pain, 
humans seek comfort, and soon,  
our tendency and nature lead to a compliant, behavioral doom. 
 
Much as one might labor to sharpen the faculties of the mind 
not trying, spells ignorant, lazy, lesser weakness of our kind, 
prepare for the monster, do not sit idle, 
do not lose what is, do not trade for what is not, 
for the monstrosity crawls from the depths,  
undulating forward wanting more, and more. 
 
Do you see the yellow eyes and bolts of fire  
do you hear that roaring voice, singing its murderous desire, 
for calamity is upon us with no regard 
we beseech the almighty, keep us safe under guard. 
 
For now, the mistress of the dark is revealed 
dreadful howling, winds of ghostly chill, 
deep ominous growls wash over minds 
to never again turn back our lives to a lovely sublime.  
 
From the ominous shadows she arrives, 
her presence a haunting flood upon the shoreline, 
from the abyss a mournful lament to wash over all 
Helene, from obscurity to be etched in memory, forevermore. 


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The world speaks to Draevnn Motkova through the filter of nocturnal images when the bindings of life release, allowing him to pen the visions to ink. Residing in central Florida, Draevnn has experienced the impact of many hurricanes as they lay waste to the region and considers his contribution to this publication minuscule in comparison to the devastation of even one hurricane. https://draevnn.com