Void : III
From the telluric dust shall this ephemeral husk be rendered back, marking a destiny inscrutable, a fatum grimly set. This verity irrefutable, that which is deemed the paragon of breathing, must needs revert to earth's primordial loam. I seal my lids, and lo the mundane sphere doth suffer syncope, a profound, cosmic faint. I lift my brow, and the same weary cycle is re-engendered.
From the apotheosis of ruin, the very moment of attrition, we shall attempt an autogenesis profound, becoming our own grim creators. From the plenitude of umbra, the void's abyssal core, a strange, new photic essence—a lie—shall be exhumed. I seal my lids, and lo! the terrene orb doth suffer syncope, a chilling pause! I lift my brow, and the phantasm of existence is re-engendered.
Emergent from the cinerous residue, the reliquiae of all things consumed, I vow to haunt this place again. When all existence stands etiolated, withered to a parched stalk, then shall I yield my final zephyr, my breath's last effluence. And thus I seal my lids, witnessing the world's syncope; then lift my brow, and the cruel comedy is re-engendered.
Let the afflatus be instilled into the charred remnants, the ashes of old desire; this to grant us absolution from the stain of our perpetual malfeasance! The earth shall tremble in spasm, a fleeting seismic tremor, and the rivers shall be drained, becoming a parched expanse of mire. Embers alone shall be left in the wake of Jove's fulmination.
Yet, new life is birthed within the pyrogenic heat, a lie of hope. I shall fall to the earth, a precipitate of sable snow, meant only to envelope this frame of mine, these attenuated bones. Ash unto ash, dust unto dust—a damning, sempiternal decree. I fall like black snow, ignited, bursting into an awful conflagration, ablaze in a perpetual, scornful animus.
Revolving in the sepulchre, my putrid gyre doth turn, returning to reclaim what was mine own demesne: my vacuous, abhorrent soul—a chilling, cadaverous prize—which begs to envelope this husk of mine. Hark! I am naught but an abhorrent soul, a specious thing, forever cursed and eternally repudiated!