On A Dark Land

It is said that some dreams are dangerous
Granted, most dreams are benign
but some dreams are not. . . kind to their hosts

The Dark Captain has always had a knack
Always had a way of finding the thoughts
Inside your interiors
Inside the echoing holes your mind carves
from the solid rock of Reality
The subterranean places
the cavernous vaulted spaces
The Deep Darkness
Where vast leviathans glide through the murk
Creatures of subconscious Darkness
Who have never seen the Light
Who communicate by sound and occasionally touch
The kind of touch that is not gentle

In this dream he faces a battered and ruined door
A door she nailed shut
a door she will not talk about

He draws a symbol on the door with a stick of charcoal
Connects the fractal impingements
Reflects . . . and at length
He opens the door like it was paper
Opens the door on a Dark Land

And Lo
There was Chaos upon this place
Things wriggles and slithered across the sky
The grasses were infested with all manner of crawly things
Things thunder under the dirt

All was a Maelstrom
All was in collision
And there is no peace upon this place