Terror Renewed from Below

Curled horns, the thing had curled horns!

It arose from that foul swamp like a fly to shit!

It arose with such presence that the very sight made me scream!

Then it looked to me, where eyes should be to see, but yes it looked to me!

What courage can a man muster when hell itself rises from the mirth!

My legs like noodles were not soon to fall away!

Every sight, every thought, everything, came to me in twirling agony, in repetitive terror, in wrenching abysmal horror!

It moved the way no, nothing, no thing should move, siraling, spurling, no human word could give it proper!

It came dripping, oozing that ungodly muck of the timeless bog!

It had no mouth, by god, it had no mouth!

Oh, the silence, the sinister, innocent, laughable, quiet!

It would inflict untold horror, agony, consumption, torture untold!

Oh but why, why does it exist, why me?

Then it did something worst of all...it loved me....