from the bottom of tomorrow

you crawled from the bottom of tomorrow withered beneath my feet the smell of forgotten earth arose bountiful cruelty emerged my mind craved awful goodness standing before me a hidden figure moving behind the darkness legs unevenly bent backwards standing there with broken blood stained wings a tear as hard as tar remained on your cheek who are you why are you here filled with dreary contempt faintness shyness bestowed such a tyrant entity taunting me with childlike eyes beckoning my mothers instinct to nurture this creature of darkness my mind said don't do not covenant nor comfort the muses of norse ravenlike energy look away and yet the dry warm breeze gathered from your heavy breathing seated in a mystic garden sprouting inside my bedroom Odin standing over me i whisper you must please go now you're not supposed to be here knowing full well tomorrow is near