The Roaring Voice of the God of Death

Journeys do end
So others begin…

Greeted by echoes
Of the Unseen…

Abandonment
Is the Harbinger of abstraction
Essence of dreams – dreams of realities
Beyond and Within

The claws of the Black One thrust forth,
Tearing the “I” asunder.

Abandonment…

Frail… to the point of non-existence
Abandoning the husk of flesh
Towards transcendence…

The Roaring Voice of the God of Death

Drinking of Heaven
On the roof of the World…

Outside a shell
So fragile and cold…

Joining the echoes
Of the Unseen…