The One From The Deep

The one from the deep,

It danced,

First slowly,

Cautiously,

Then quickly,

With darkness.

It danced to commune,

With the ones in the air.

The thin, thin air…

In several generations,

 no one had seen the dance

It was sacred,

Forbidden,

Forgotten,

To all but one.

The retainer

Of the great one.

It danced to commune

With the ones atop the mountain,

Amongst the air.

100,000 years later:

The air was thin,

 Alive with sounds

Of machinery,

Old, ancient, and corroded,

Between the deep and the

Air,

Only one knew

This machinery had one purpose…

And as the mountain beings gathered,

Only one could feel it,

The communion

Of the deep one.

And as the others

Stared,

He danced,

The only one,

He the one atop the mountain,

Drawing the thin air into his

Lungs.

He knew

What the deep ones

Know…

And he danced,

Danced,

Danced…

The End

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