monsters mashed out from
disparate parts of the world.
not from the same mold,
those two. they toss looks
from around this space sphere;
obsess over one another over
dream-filled nights. they know
some prophecy draws them in,
together in throes, tightly tethered
to one another. over black october
these foes fill their time biding,
waiting to be baited or bait.
strange beasts that will not act
unless acted upon, only knowing
slumber, buzzing with an energy
beholden by god-devil, surely. aware
of each other and everything. this
is the real conspiracy, what is under
the world, the real maddening truth.