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Space Graveyard
- Space Graveyard -
In the void of space, betwixt the lights,
Of stars and planets in their turnings…
There is a place blacker than any nights.
A place of hunger and awful yearnings!
Once a temple where knowledge bore,
To a kindred ancient, secrets like fire…
But it became a husk, a haunted core.
A mockery of its’ builders’ true desire!
Shunned by its’ makers for a millennia.
Opened by none, lest the evils within…
Be loosed once more in a bacchanalia,
Of blood and horrors, beyond any sin.
The rocks of that place are blackened,
And the skies are filled with thunders…
In remembering of what had happened.
How ancients paid for grand wonders!
But they are gone, their doom enacted.
I cannot speak of what befell them all…
But the gods in their terror, so reacted:
Abandoning those ancients to their fall.
If man ever ventures to that graveyard,
Tread carefully, lest you wake ghosts!
For beyond where the gate is barred…
They hunger, seeking fresh living hosts.
Bones of fallen gods lay there in state,
Not in tombs, but where they chose…
For eons, to slumber and to thus wait!
Their sleep, led them to a final repose.
Machines dormant since time’s dawn,
Still hum with the energy that dies not.
They played their parts, like a pawn…
Growing cold with an unborn thought.
How fallen is that domain, from glory!
Pray man finds it not, whilst seeking…
Lest humanity learns the horrid story,
Of what causes the ghosts’ weeping.
In the void of space, betwixt the lights,
Of stars and planets in their turnings…
There is a place blacker than any nights.
A place of hunger and awful yearnings!
Once a temple where knowledge bore,
To a kindred ancient, secrets like fire…
But it became a husk, a haunted core.
A mockery of its’ builders’ true desire!
Shunned by its’ makers for a millennia.
Opened by none, lest the evils within…
Be loosed once more in a bacchanalia,
Of blood and horrors, beyond any sin.
The rocks of that place are blackened,
And the skies are filled with thunders…
In remembering of what had happened.
How ancients paid for grand wonders!
But they are gone, their doom enacted.
I cannot speak of what befell them all…
But the gods in their terror, so reacted:
Abandoning those ancients to their fall.
If man ever ventures to that graveyard,
Tread carefully, lest you wake ghosts!
For beyond where the gate is barred…
They hunger, seeking fresh living hosts.
Bones of fallen gods lay there in state,
Not in tombs, but where they chose…
For eons, to slumber and to thus wait!
Their sleep, led them to a final repose.
Machines dormant since time’s dawn,
Still hum with the energy that dies not.
They played their parts, like a pawn…
Growing cold with an unborn thought.
How fallen is that domain, from glory!
Pray man finds it not, whilst seeking…
Lest humanity learns the horrid story,
Of what causes the ghosts’ weeping.
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