Low hangs the helmet of Erebus
Pillars of time and space.
Alone
floating in blackness
Burning star is melting *** for dreaming.
He can hear the wishes of the mortals
Greedy, lustful urchins.
Something moves past naked eye
swarm of fire cuts through the empty.
All goes still.
They are not alone.
Something is howling in this soundless void.
Something is crawling through the cosmos.
He is frozen with fear.
The screams move closer, as he see's a visage.
The face of God? Or the face of Death?
It swallows him whole.
Back to the womb from whence you came.
The first spark of light as you reach back towards life.
Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 4:51 PM UTC
Low hangs the helmet of Erebus
Pillars of time and space.
Alone
floating in blackness
Burning star is melting *** for dreaming.
He can hear the wishes of the mortals
Greedy, lustful urchins.
Something moves past naked eye
swarm of fire cuts through the empty.
All goes still.
They are not alone.
Something is howling in this soundless void.
Something is crawling through the cosmos.
He is frozen with fear.
The screams move closer, as he see's a visage.
The face of God? Or the face of Death?
It swallows him whole.
Back to the womb from whence you came.
The first spark of light as you reach back towards life.
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