The great gold chains bind It, down in the absolute dark. When pale lights push through the caves, flickering the wet walls, they catch the gleam of the metal and some patch of greying skin fastened to its terrible aspect. A god. A monster. Many names for It. Though it has not moved, or taken breath, or shown any hint of cognition, we are left to wonder; who chained you, and why?
Paddy Dobson
11th February 2021