We are creatures of the dark,
we inhabit the benighted places.
Vaulted chambers deep beneath the earth,
you might call caverns
what we call home.
We have not walked in the light in centuries,
and our world is as black as wet velvet,
but we see just fine
here in the shadow.
Should you stumble upon our dripping demesne
and meet us face to face,
you would recoil in horror
and the fear might drive you insane.
We are simply different
and we walked a different way.
We stood together once,
you and I,
and at a fork in the road we parted.
We cannot hear your footsteps,
or feel the thunder of your conveyance.
For here in the dark,
in the heart of the Earth,
we have found our own blissful existence.