Thoughts Of The Void Poem by Leinad Zerimar

It is only in these -the darkest hours of night -when a man may set upon himself.It is then that he must consider the choice that must be continually made, to decide with which dark will to cast one's lot: To continue to endure, to suffer and wither away, or to deny oneself that which is, to endure the unendurable.Only, in this, the answer is the same in that a man must always choose to do that which must be done; which by measure of virtue or wickedness, is metered with equal weight towards the same undying resolution: The void awaits.Greedily, hungrily, it is impatience manifest and without compare the most patient of all adversaries.But, one must suppose, it is true that man cannot, by himself, accomplish any thing against the void.It is only as cords do we keep the emptiness at bay, so that when those strings inevitably fray, there is aught left to suspend the soul.The void awaits...