Analysis of THE SOUL-EATER (I)

A mysterious predator --
Like a nightmare from a madman’s hell --
Clawing the soul from the flesh,
Greedily imbibing this rare delicacy
Before devouring the flesh and bones.

Veils ripped, realities intersecting
The soul-eater breaking through,
From some Lovecraftean reality
Where blasphemous entities dwell,
Gibbering like raving lunatics.

Bat-winged and scaly
Like some prehistoric monster,
A fiendish thing swooping down
From within its victim’s nightmares,
Devouring their inner essence.

THE END
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Melbourne, Victoria, Australia