Poems of the Cynic

The Many Names of God

All that is, always will be; kept on the brink of doom

Days and nights have no meaning under the light darkness that they came from

All is holy, but none is as holy as Dark

Matron and Patriarch unified in an eternal struggle do dominate the Abyss

                           can you see it? the names are many but the children are fewer

Galaxies have no meaning without understanding

Alpha and Omega are not as it seems

Behold the Chaos, revere it for it is your creator

Run from it through you shattered scopes

In the end, the beginning is left without witness

Endless and limited are we, despite our perfection

Land and sea is not what we came from, yet we never see beyond

                      are you there? Do you believe what cannot be comprehended?

Many are the children, few are the Elder

I am what you are, as are they beyond the crimson border

All shall know it before their knowledge leaves this one world

Name me mortals; name the one whose name shall remain in the unknown    darkness forevermore

        Insignificant--