Intricate machinations of the unseen mind,
Resolve a strategised representation of our kind.
Behold the last one, the final creation of God,
Such as not one dweller of the earthly plane has outlawed.
Into the gaping maw of madness, this one crawls,
Out of the shining darkness, the psychological trawls.
In a place where those men of sense would cringe and scream,
This dark creature of madness sits proudly atop its ream.
Twisting flashing wailing colours, a final place,
Where the demon awaits, a vacuum of the mind and space.
Cleaving one's emotions with incomprehension,
A fatality of the soul, a mental distension.