Far Out is Doom: Chapter 4
A Sacred Epic
Harlie Radio image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA
Far Out is Doom: Chapter 4
by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole
At the wall we sent her, with lanterns doused
So the feeding creatures who scuttered close
In loping low gaits no longer man-like,
But feral, in the feral otherness
They had become, would not attracted be.
Almost too late Rib came, in spirit high
With what, with reso…