On the shore of creeping shadows lurk evil and taboo, the unnameable and unmentionable, the terrifying and disgusting, the unlawful and improper, aye 'tis a motley crew and demons of desires denied and spectres of foul deeds to hide, in dusky marsh they all abide and lay in wait for who? Upon the threshold troth and plight, against all comers there to fight, the sinister keep the way. By haunt and howl and wail and prowl and hiss and scowl, they do hold sway, in the borderland 'tween dark and light
Behind the twilight shallows 'twixt ebb and flow of murky tide, where the damned unhallowed do peep and dodge and hide, lays a black most frightful sea we call Unknown. Decked by vault of deepest night, no moon no stars devoid of light, it bears a darkness immanent, ever streaming and bodes a horror imminent, mutely screaming. From infernal to supernal, temporal to eternal it spreads its reach nocturnal to ocean black and vast Infinity.
If there a soul perchance should stand, on brink of obscure shady lands and rock and sway and wring its hands, as though upon a precipice so high, afraid to fall but strangely called, now attracted then appalled, seduced by some strange malefice to die. There is no rhyme or reason, no time or tide or season, no heresy no treason, that can free one from that spell, save look the Devil in the eye and step right into hell.
I will have to PAINT a reply to that! (..using thick dark oily paint.)
I have no words.
