Beneath Black Skies

Here at the end of all things...

Let It All Be Undone

A ponderous ocean of cosmic canyons

Cavernous crags reaching toward infinity

Never grasping the endless night

A black sky opened like the mouth of the void

These abyssal stones remain intact

Etched upon by those who thought themselves immortals

And so we must descend into the rocks

Toward formations of smooth obsidian

Twisting geometries that seem impossible

Vistas that bend the mind

In this non-euclidean space of cyclopean stones

This temple of madness

Swimming through the ether of eons you hear them

Calling out in recordings of dark ritual

In inscriptions laid out in undecipherable characters

Chaos had become their god here

A primordial worship of that starless night beyond

And a belief in the elder things

It was here the ebon stones were most attuned

Resonating to the labored breathing of time itself

Heat death 'ever repeating

Let the reformation of this cult commence

To stand beneath that dying velvet sun

As the Universe prepares to breathe her last

For as the galaxies begin to tear apart

As the seams of this tapestry unravel

There is but one fate that remains

Let the chanting fill the fetid air

A melody of remembrance of all that ever was

And shall be once again

The time has come to align the standing stones

See the Universe return to dust

And plant the seed of cycles yet to come

Let it all be undone

And let it all begin again

Beneath black skies

(art generated by an AI Wombo Dream App)