I am in mountain mists,
Hidden in the fog.
See me, and you will insist
that I am something gone wrong.
Those poor souls I have eaten;
they fell under my hypnotic gaze.
Their minds they have forgotten,
lost in a psychotic maze.
I’m a giant eye with tentacles.
I will put you in a trance-
or will you be one of the cynical,
and deny me at first glance.
I will watch you while you hike,
within my foggy blanket concealed.
If you should catch my sight,
your fate I will have sealed.
You don’t want to see me.
Once you do you will go insane-
A sight that just can’t be.
Your mind forever stained.
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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