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Whisper At Some Image, At Some Vision
Being, often, unspoken horrors, they avoid any
direct confrontation with us. They do not seek
our companionship, nor inclusion in our
customary conversations. Instinctively
reticent, except when the ferocity of their
needs erupts, they prefer to lurk around
corners; or at the convergence of shadows'
contours, or at the edge of peripheral vision.
Because we avoid abandoned homes and
ancient cemeteries with toppled headstones,
they---the horrors of which we rarely speak---
prefer to inhabit those places. They feast on
our fears---of them, and of the terrible
knowledge they have obtained of us---for
their nourishment and sustenance. Our
death from our own fears of them amuses
them most; they do have a sense of irony.
They do not depend on our belief in them;
they exist because they believe in themselves;
they delight in what can be done to us by them.
Starward
