As time slipped,
my will unraveled.
Fingers failed—
nothing left
but a core,
flickering, baffled.
The void bowed,
whispered:
"Welcome to the fore."
"Sire," it hissed,
coiled like promise.
Its eyes found mine—
a hush,
a sacred war.
I woke sweating ash,
no blade to lift,
no beast to bleed,
no venom left—
just infinity
crawling where I breathe.
This evocative free verse poem delves into a profound experience of inner struggle and transformation, where a sense of dwindling personal power gives way to an encounter with an overwhelming, perhaps cosmic, force. The speaker journeys from a state of depleted will to a confrontation with the "void," leaving them in a newly awakened state.