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Here in my resting place

Amongst the pale moonlight

At the distant aphelion of creation

The whispers slowly burn

Nameless, born of ancients

Devolved into a sphere

Blighted streams, so alien

A land thus far, unseen

A cosmic dust consumes

The last resistance of my being

A veil of darkness stained

A mystic cloud of astral screams

Nameless, born of ancients

Devolved into a sphere

Blighted streams, so alien

A land thus far, unseen

Though a realm of silence remains

Motionless, a whisper’s emptiness,

Years away, where time’s ticking over

Through a gate of blinding shades

Hopelessness, whimpers endlessness

Voids away, where life blossoms slower

Through a void of darkness, it plays

Effortless, with formless, malevolence

Worlds away, with eyes, growing older