Here behold unshapen dooms,


    And shadows rising from their tombs;


    Oblivion, with eyes like stars,


    silver beams streaming like scars,


    etched into the flesh of night,


    burning hopes now gleaming bright.


    If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.Now stretched across nightmares surreal


    of ancient lights empyreal.


    Empires of a vagabond waste,


    from elder, unseen worlds displaced


    undyed with neither truth nor lies,


    pleniluned gaze in eldritch eyes.


    Forlorn, now, that cursed light


    that blinds and burns our mundane sight,


    and beyond those old star-born gleams,


    Gods slumber in a vault of dreams.