I know you, and I see you lurking in the shadows.
I smell the putrefaction,
foul as from the depths of some hellish nightmare.
You are useless, and no light shines on you,
no light shines within you.
You are not real but a phantom shadow of a lie.
You are only here to deceive,
and trip me like a rock on my path.
You are banished.
By~ Henry Fuseli
This is a little prose inspired by Dungeon Prompts