January 20 - Terrors IV

Like a giraffe, or Dali's Elephants
It looms.
Snake-necked beast of 1,000 faces
Every nightmare.
Feathered fans each with 100 multifaceted eyes
Glowing, Searching.
Casting its face upon me, the lonely, weary traveler
Opening the Aliens' mouth
Hissing and rearing its ugly head
Scuttling on impossibly skinny legs
Clicking the death of a thousand multiverses.
Oh Dreamweaver!
Burning iridescent emerald, but still
servant to the verdant, velvet waistcoated Dr.
Trapped, I see you now.
Collared and bound.
I see you freed, a more fearsome sight than the one before me now.