The Real Noli

Along the barrier the cloud waves break,
          	The twin souls sink behind the lake,
          	The shadows lengthen
          	In Void.
          	Strange is the night where black stars rise,
          	And strange moons circle through the skies,
          	But stranger still is
          	Lost Void.
          	Songs that the Cultists shall sing simulaneity,
          	Where Robloxians fear of the Deity,
          	Must die unheard in
          	Dim Void.
          	Song of my soul, my voice is dead;
          	Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
          	Shall dry and die in
          	Lost Void.