(A/n This story is dedicated to H.P Lovecraft, one of the greatest horror writers ever to walk this earth. This story may have some philosophical and religious themes, however, Buddhism will not be the center of it, instead focusing on various religions and beliefs. This poem is kind of to get the mood going.)

I've seen things you cannot imagine.

Fires that are cold and water that is dry.

Men without faces.

I've seen things you cannot imagine;

I've seen mountains that talk and hills that cry.

I've seen men that are covered in thousands of mumbling faces.

Monsters that have no form

I've seen blood that is green, hair that is purple,

People tell me I've gone insane but I simply reply

"I've seen things you cannot imagine."