Dear reader I write to you about phantoms and stranger things bouncing glorious to and fro off this human plane so manically it could drive a good man insane.

It's a long way from the edge of the cosmos where these devilish things Hail.

I would divulge to you ceaselessly whatever you demand, be it the strange workings of our universe's mechanica,

This failed blue un-oiled machine, rusty and swirling with evil.

Daimons dancing to unearthly tunes

God is not here but something powerful lurks, ebbing like shadows over our innocent little lives.

their stench, foul and putrid over the earth,

how much I would have wanted you to you to see, but the sight may be your undoing.

I still remember the foul faces of Ailyon the malignant, The decripit hinges of its figure turning to fill me with dread. The darkness of its void filled apparition of ghoulish nightmares.

The mouth covered with fang of eerie outlook

One could imagine Ailyon was as the epitome, the avatar of all that was the pit of hell's deepest beyond.

His cravings of evil could only be subsumed by the expression inhumane violence.

haunting and hunting the innocent.

Beware of these Supernatural Outsiders.

Beware I warn you,

And may God, wherever he is help us all.