Through the point, upon the threshold of sleep,
Sombre dragons lost in oceans of universe.
Interdimensional worlds that fathom deep,
The abyss of earth that could be not worse.
Faces of grey leather, painted mouth and eyes,
Horrid visage, yet somehow known....
Bring the fires of chaos, to our cursed skies,
The gaze of Fate, has blasted all and blown;
The life of all to the Void that has never shown.
City of black, thick as suffocation,
Small pinprick lights in horizons nought.
At the forehead's eye, weird mentation,
Through the mysterium of blood the truth is bought.
To ask who or why, is not what's spoken,
In flying spheres, thus neither wine nor bread.
Yet I bespoke; "who are you?" my voice thus broken.
"They are your family," is all you said.
For all that is human I have forsaken to burn,
In the dragonstar crucible; never to return.
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