{"sf1_id":944636,"sf2_id":"qmyE2W4m","title":"In Misty Pools Way Down Below","author":"Matt Foxwolf","words":270,"posted_at":"2015-12-14T20:24:00.000Z","tags":["Dark","Poem","wierd"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/944636-in-misty-pools-way-down-below","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/qmyE2W4m","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/93/b5/93b511bd-e6c3-4fdf-b5fd-ae755503adf6","description":"#2 of Po-eems\n\nThis poem I had sent to several competitions and such, and in all instances had been rejected due to its bleakness. Whatever, man. Pink slips make good kindling.","content":"In Misty Pools Way Down Below\n\nRose-fingered dawn falls on earthly shadows  \nDarkness slinks away to its lightless home  \nWhere liquid things spit and twist  \nWhere fungal minds cast fungal glow  \nIn misty pools way down below\n\nLights unseen prowl and lurk in ancient corners  \nThe planet turns and turns on the turntable needle  \nThough time passes, not so in seething underground  \nSounds, unheard, not unlike the crow  \nIn misty pools way down below\n\nFormless gods and shapeless servitors  \nDo writhe in expectant paranoia  \nShifting the earth, the cathedral of nightmares  \nInhuman mind, incorporeal, slow  \nIn misty pools way down below\n\nWhere wingless shapes whirl and fly  \nIn a poison atmosphere that serves as sky  \nWhere only darkness comes to birth and die  \nWhere the tides of life and death do ebb and flow  \nIn misty pools way down below\n\nReflected moons reflecting eyes  \nMirror worlds tumbling through mirror planes  \nGod and Goddess, existence and nothingness  \nAll is one here in the undertow  \nIn misty pools way down below\n\nFungal claws grasp and grate, pulsate, shake  \nStretching relentlessly to the diamonds of Nharoketh  \nSpiritual shapes, potentiality into manifestation  \nHideous schemes and thoughts do themselves grow  \nIn misty pools way down below\n\nAstral energy flows within, shimmering power  \nSpirits caught, energy devoured  \nGods like vultures descend from cadaverous islands  \nInto the water that is not water, with poison breath blow  \nIn misty pools way down below\n\nReptile and mammal, mineral and vegetable  \nUnknown identity, genderless, meaningless  \nThey stew with non-terrestrial flesh that is not flesh  \nTo these forbidden, hidden worlds do we soon all go  \nIn misty pools way down below\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Po-eems","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/927374-beautiful.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/948443-sylph.json"}}