The Doom of Vigilance
Visions of the seeress: A poem that’s more of a foretelling lay from a novel I’m writing titled Starforged.
The Doom of Vigilance.
Submerged in voluminous, voluptuous velvet
The void reaches out, it hears you
No insipid, soulless hands of fate will cradle you, no thrall, no tranquil will you be
You reach for the void, all is not quiet
Gibbering to coalescence wanted, hungry, becoming the thrilling call of compulsion
For you have fallen, I judge irredeemably
The call, snaking into coherence as words twist in your mind, born from an even, matched cohesion
Darkness is not the end my friend
What will you find beyond all dimensions and perception of mortal kind?
In the absence of all, darkness and light, what will find you, bereft and soaked in malice
No solace in oblivion, it yearns to implement the faceted brilliance which imbues your soul
And what undreamt steed will carry you my king?
What dreaded horror will you ride as you visit absolute death then annihilation of all known and unknown in my happy realm?
What worlds will you devour then? Will you turn in upon youself as the snake with the tail in its mouth?
For I dispute this lonely, ravenous hunger will find itself satiated
A cold and bitter existence will await you in eternity
Perpetual in the void you are the void
You will eat everything you hope to rule and look upon yourself with questing hunger