Found Poetry: Sight

A vision In the night;
brain-numbing, white-sheeted,
stalks onward.

Lovely.

It shone in my eye,
bright with strange miracles.

Once on a time
in rapture,
grave men dismantled
that mortal I saw,
and strove
to infinity
upon my soul.

(Ref. “The City” by H.P. Lovecraft)