Needless Things: Keeper of Unspeakable Sights

Behind black eyelids, shadows churn, Visions too vile for the world to learn. They guard the horrors that silence breeds, Feeding on nightmares, on mortal needs.

The veil is thin where their gaze will fall, Revealing truths that unmake us all. Each glance a dagger, each blink a blade, Illusions shatter, the soul betrayed.

They cradle the secrets time would erase, Buried in void, in a nameless place. Specters of agony, frozen screams, Flood their mind in eternal streams.

The moon turns black when their eyes ignite, Skies collapse under fractured light. What no tongue can speak, their vision keeps, A vigil of terror that never sleeps.

Demons kneel to their ghastly lore, Angels tremble and beg for more. The Keeper shows what none can bear, A glimpse of truth, a face of despair.

Each sight a labyrinth without end, Where sanity breaks and shadows bend. The cost of knowledge is always pain, And nothing glimpsed will heal again.

Mortals beg, but they turn away, For mercy dies where visions stay. Their gift is poison, their truth a curse, A scripture written in the universe.

So chant in whispers, hide your eyes, The Keeper dwells where silence lies. For those who see what they contain, Will never walk in light again. NNN