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You weren’t there the night I toppled
Into the quiet grave
But I swear it was your voice
That beckoned me in
A whisper in the shadows of the storm-winds, stirring
Thereupon the horizon, tar-black, breaking
Like the stygian soil that I, by spurred arms,
Shoveled beneath my feet, away
Into the faceless veil of night.
I peer into the Abyss, the quiet grave.
I know not if it looks back.
Still, it is
Like some chthonic god from the adamantine dark
My mausoleum shall be a temple to
To whom I shall be naught but a dead star
A Void away.
Still, I am.
And that is a prayer enough to the gaping maw
of the unknown