you see the creature there, skeletal
vibrating in a fit of violent convulsions
staring back at you, pupils strained
to the very corner of those hollow eye
that somehow seem sad or howling
while also cackling in cotton-mouth static
pale as snow, a thousand ghosts
sucking and choking upon its own
ectoplasm gurgled to the surface
of pourous flesh gaunt grotesque,
what awaits us in the unknown?