A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Azathoth Blind Black stars falling I could see you through the veil of immortality But what reflection would I see in that endless sea? Vacuous space, forever depth No knowledge the brain commands could clarify The steps taken by a Messiah, even the smallest messiah ButContinue reading “WD 130 “Azathoth Blind””
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