“How Deep?”
How deep will I fall beneath the waves?
Plummeting through the maelstrom nave,
Stirred by the Lord God of Voidimia,
The froth churns livid in hue of mica.
Where beginning and end unite
And Voidlund invites nothing so contrite;
Where reality is blurred beyond recognition,
And pain spirals down the path of attrition.
Where all the shades clash
And yield a frigid mass,
Where the lemniscate
Dwell among volcano dreams,
Where dragon and leprechaun
Dissolve forever in peace,
And where Lord Charon
Rows his boat at ease.
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