The Hateful Star

Entry III

A thousand suns beckon me with anguished bellows,

Calling me to the confines of infinity.

Their message is gleaned from the wisdom of uncountable years:

Eternity, and all that lies therein, is not meant for life to witness.

They have seen epochs and interregnums with gleaming eyes.

In antediluvian times, seers and kings stood at the precipice of man's glory, and saw beyond.

There was Nothing.

From Mother Void, all life came without reason

Like lost signals, broadcasting lachrymose rambles against the deep black.

She destroys again, taking back what was once hers.

The stars still listen to he who sings of hope and salvation.

All the dreams he has, pure in their beauty...

Will never be realized by those destined to sleep in the deep.

The dying suns foretell the end in decayed whispers.

I watch the sunset behind melting wax wings.

Come on, sweet night...