Black Hole Spawning Poem by Mark Fraleigh

Death, Destruction, Darkness and Doom
These four horsemen shadow my every move
Spirit vultures and other fiends of lifelessness
Threaten to swallow any wink of hope in this forsaken realm

As I walk along this path
The sky opens wide
and hearses rain down like dead angels from heaven
The black cloud above my head ensures nothing but wrath
My skin runs thick with the shrapnel of shattering dimensions

As my boots trudge through the endless corpses
of warriors from a battle whom no victor holds,
Another moon possesses me
and fulfills the vengeance of the universe

Chasms appear
Forgotten pits of hell
Blackwings emerge
and the suffocating smoke surrounds my temple
as I breathe the Chaos once again

The murky river of time
bleeds into archaic oceans
Holding trapped souls, drowned for aeons
crying out for salvation
My shores were never enough
to penetrate the unfathomable abyss
I gaze upon the waters to glimpse a reflection
of the one who spawns decay

All I crave
is to finally return
to the ancient slumber
But the path of eternity
The light of infinity
and the chains of rusted dignity
Bind me, alone, to these shores

Icicles from other worlds rip through my mind
and prevent these heavy eyes from ever closing
To be immortal in a world that is frozen

The burning darkness provides the only warmth
to a vacant shell that once was home to forces of light
Forces which were mangled, raped and ripped apart
by the fabric of despair
No human mind could ever fathom
the wholeness of death

Gatekeeper I am
but the keys are lost
Forever to rot
in a land of frost