Lakes of Grief

The lakes of grief were icily cold and translucent, lifeless fish floated on the water surface.
Amorphous birds sang a woeful dirge as they slowly drowned, their wings were lost in a despondent voyage towards the infinite astral ocean.

The leafless, crested, solitary trees shrank in dead silence for they felt the everlasting cosmic sadness.
Exquisite branches formed snowy labyrinths, grey rainbows blossomed in a crimson sky after the grim blizzard.

Deadly mist and and black sorrow sunk us beyond retrieve in the cold and final tide of doom.
In the throes of death was the endless mournful forest,  in a state of complete ruin – immolated to the Elder omnipotent gods of dusk.

And now we are drowned in a vortex of grief, the lake of eternity where all shall vanish soon.

Can you hear the spectral echoes from distant astral realms of despair, their wistful chant?
The Chasm is infinitely black and profound, formed by crystal icy tears of otherworldly despair.

The Abyss where we all shall fall now….

Buried forever in despondency and sorrow the soul splinters agonize in dismal spasms.
And yet the timeless murky decay becomes all-consuming, it gives birth to a fierce triumphal orgasm.
Resurrection of space is impossible, the gravefields of cosmic knowledge are locked far beyond death and beyond the gates of this being.
The Nothingness, the boundless Void, unites with Eternity and thereby comes Chaos, immense loneliness and darkness which ascends and reigns in supreme absolute and acme.

And now the universe is ready to face a new level of existence –  the dawn of a beautiful era lies milleniums ahead…  

A new Existence born from the empty womb of Chaos...