Each whispered scream.
Held in abyss.
Only psychic vibrations,
Left to guide us.
Lost as we were in the voids of space.
Boote’s Void,
Twisting in the dark.
Wyrmling legacies.
Garbing ourselves as beasts,
To stalk alien forests.
Playing at fauna,
With the changing of shape.
Cryptids,
Strange.
Wrong.
Held In Abyss.
