A Desolate Pale

Betwixt the spheres, where no light treads
A chasm yawns, where silence spreads
No star doth shine, nor time can cling
In the place where black stars hang, unseen

Aether’s breath, cold and thin
Cradles neither life nor sin
No gods dwell here, nor demons scheme
Only the void’s eternal dream

The winds do howl, though none draw near
A dirge of forms we dare not hear
Shapes unbidden, unseen, yet felt
In their shadow, even chaos melts

What horrors lurk in yon abyss?  
Not fangs, nor claws, nor serpents hiss
But truth far worse than fleshly fears
A vast, unfeeling depth of years

No sound, no pulse, no flame, no spark
But the crushing weight of the endless dark
Planets loom like spectral eyes
Their hollow gaze betraying lies

Reach not, O mortal, for that cruel divide
Lest thy soul unravel, thy wits collide
For there, where dead stars fold their wings
Lies no beginning, nor end of things

'Tis not the horrors that rend thy breath
But the void beyond, more vast than death
Aether's abyss, that cold domain
Where nothing lives, yet all remains