Darkness is my kingdom
as astral vapors swirl about me,
swaddling me in a blanket sewn of cosmic wind
and undiscovered memories.
Hidden within a locket lie all the
answers the world has ever known
and many more
we dread.
Aeons passed as nothing filled the endless void,
a great black sea
alive amongst the absence of life;
great infernos rage,
tumultuously tossed amidst
illusion
and unvision.
Astral winds carry a scent of death
and mystery,
reminding us
of a time when we were more
than what we are now;
a time of eldritch lore and cyclopean myth,
where great creatures roamed,
and we were free as we had
never known;
free to explore the cosmic sea,
the astral void that we called home.
