Plunged down endlessly

To kaos churning primal seas

The cosmic wound supreme

A gaping blasphemy

As death

Devours the teet divine

In nocturnal swirls a fall

To voidborn heirarchy

Violence and raging waters, a storm akin to the essence of light

As time and creations pillars mock the irrelevance of god

Promethean thunder igniting waves in caustic winds

Through clouds of ash in a storm akin to the essence of war

All fools burn again

On crescent shrines to the self

While entrancing waters

And sempiternal tides

Drown the waking shell

Under the lightning sign

Eternal arcane beast dissenting the waking shell