The Nightmare Child

This poem is random and I hope creepy. The idea of it freaks me out although the freaky feeling doesn't seem to have made it from the idea to the poem. But if it has then don't blame me for any emotional scarring recieved. Enjoy!

The Nightmare Child

It roams across the galaxy

Devouring planets and civilizations

A giant sentient weapon

A horror, a freak

A remnant of a long forgotten war

 Some call it the Destroyer

Others the Abomination

Few call it the Deplorable Being

But most call it the Nightmare Child

Vaguely humanoid but nothing like

A mutant experiment, abandoned by both sides

Born from rage, insanity, fire and fear

Still it wreaks havoc amongst the stars

A monstrous creation from hatred and grief

From ice and death, pitch and madness

When it approaches, it fills the endless skies

Its tears of blood fall as rain

Bringing pure unadulterated fear and anguish

Terror, pain and nightmares in its wake

A portent of cataclysmic doom

Of ravaging wars

A sign of silver devastation

Mutually assured destruction

The deep dark depths of oblivion

Of the end of everything

The rise of nothing

Part flesh, part shadow

A fusion of innocence and darkness

It rots and oozes

Pallid, pale and clammy,

It hides in the shadows

Screaming an eerie, shrill cry

Of loneliness and abandonment

Its face is hideous beyond description

Scarred and ripped

A leering gash across its face acts as a mouth

Empty eye sockets weep with yellow pus

Teeth filed to needle points

Slits in the head form a nose

And from the jaws of the Nightmare Child a stench of decay

Of oozing blackness, warm fetid death, gloam and evil

The expression of tiredness, drawn, pinched and reproachful

A longing to belong, of loneliness and bewilderment

Are beyond the human mind to bear, to comprehend, to even see

And all are driven to despair who enter its gaping jaws.

It was there at the fall of Arcadia

The death of the Could Be King

A five year old child, murdering millions

 Unaware of the specks of life perishing

As it explores the universe, inquisitive, distressed

Lonely.

The Nightmare Child

Soulless, friendless, without love or joy

The shadows writhe and squirm around its malleable grey bones

Through the gaping holes in its body

An impossible thing

To terrible to conceive

The fabric of nightmares.