Clawed Out of The Void
Let it flow from your unholy or not-so-wholly conscious mind,like a beast dragging itself from the broadness of your abyss.
Below the responsive level of our regular and ordinary perception
lies a daydream that unfolds through vast, desolate kingdoms
in between.
It's brutal, savage, and raw, deeply crammed with insight and power;
unleashed by the wise sentinel hidden beyond the bowels of its depths.
A lone figure that stands toward the Edge of the Ruined Cities,
"while loud echoes of the past faded behind the quietness of his steps."
A ramble by the Lake of our Despair, of our Rebirth...
Renaissance from a spirit that's been buried and forgotten.
Relentless and unyielding chiliad secrets of the Earth,
Beneath a profane space... once conceived, once downtrodden.
Poetry by Golden Minotaur
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Written on 2025-07-20 at 08:28
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