Aberration

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The void convulsed in chaos and pain,
And from its depths emerged a fiend,
A cosmic abomination, insane.

A creature of madness, ever unseen,
So twisted and deformed, it defied all,
Its form a kaleidoscope, obscene.

Fluid and ever-changing, in thrall,
A being of chaos, beyond compare,
That could drive even the strongest to a crawl.

Its visage of madness, too much to bear,
A sight that could shatter the sanest mind,
With a form beyond all form or compare.

A cosmic horror, impossible to find,
Born of the void's endless despair,
A twisted creature, forever enshrined.

And so, it wandered without a care,
A being of madness and chaos untold,
A cosmic abomination beyond compare.

EMBER

In the void, the abomination writhed,
Its twisted form convulsed with pain,
A sight that could make the bravest chide.

But in that moment of chaos, a gain,
A spark of light appeared, a single flame,
Burning with an intensity hard to restrain.

The first miracle, hope's first claim,
A glimmer in the darkness, ever so small,
Fragile and impermanent, yet not in vain.

Struggling to survive amidst the pall,
Of chaos and despair, it burned bright,
A beacon of light in the void's thrall.

The abomination writhed in fright,
For the light threatened its very being,
A force of good amidst chaos' might.

Yet, the light persisted, ever freeing,
A symbol of hope in the endless night,
A spark that would set the universe gleaming.

DEFIANCE

The void swirled and twisted in rage,
Around the flame that burned so bright,
Seeking to extinguish its hopeful stage.

But the flame burned on with all its might,
Defying the void's attempts to smother,
A symbol of hope amidst endless night.

With fury and might, the void sought to cover,
The light, a beacon in its endless darkness,
But the flame's persistence it could not discover.

The light burned on, a symbol of starkness,
Amidst the void's madness and despair,
A force of good amidst chaos' darkness.

And though the void did all it could bear,
To extinguish the light that shone so bright,
It burned on, a beacon of hope and care.

For the light was a force that would fight,
Against the void's endless nothingness,
A spark of hope that would set things right.

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