It attacks thoes who see the unseen.
It takes the hope out of their lives.
Moving swiftly among the shadows.
Glowing eyes the look into the pits of HELL.
Followers lurk in the dark trying to please it.
Regulators stench is all you can smell.
You can enter this world only when the eye blinks on the third day.
The mist rolls in the emptyness.
This land is Nefandus
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem