Chad Hensley

Beneath the stars
I wander compelled
To stare into the sky
Consumed by the thought
That a multitude of cyclopean eyes
Gaze upon me with immense, ancient pity.
The wind rises
To a thin, shrill fluting
As they descend --
Membraneous dragonfly wings
Carry segmented carapaces
Covered with pinchers.
Their bodies have no heads,
Tentacle eyestalks staring into space.
And what I thought was the wind
Is merely their clicking
Telling me I have been chosen.

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© 1997 Edward P. Berglund
"Music of Mi-Go": © 1991 Chad Hensley. All rights reserved. Reprinted from The Silver Web, 1991 (# 8)
Graphics © 1997 Old Arkham Graphics Design. All rights reserved. Email to: Corey T. Whitworth.

Created: September 18, 1997; Updated: August 9, 2004