The Stargate

Chamber echoing with dust Drifting through beams of light Shadows cast upon the stones Temple doors reveal the night Surging magnitude under the weight of the stars Suffocating density of gravity's well All life is suffering that basks in nothingness All life is temporary, what lasts is consciousness Fallen on Terra's plane, my name forgotten All life is temporary, what lasts is consciousness

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 08, 2026

Do you mean they come from outer space? Why not? How many worlds are there in the universe? Millions, perhaps billions True, they're millions of light years away But perhaps a form of life like this doesn't have the same concept of time as we do It stays inactive, passive As long as it's in the absolute freezing temperature of sidereal space Then, once it falls into an atmosphere like ours The seeds gеrminate and the eggs grow If you'rе talking about cells wandering in infinity They have one chance in several billion of falling on our planet That's practically impossible, unless Unless they come from much closer, but Of course Of course, try to imagine— Of course, try to—, of course, of course, of course, of course Of course, try to—, of course, of course, of course, of course

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 08, 2026

Siphon my flesh through the Stargate, burn Render from nothing the essence of form Fall through the portal, lacerate time Collapse the gateway and seal the door Adrift among lost souls I wander The expanse extends ever onwards Alone and disembodied I wait To search and find myself once more Through death, sanctuary Eternal rest in mists of dead stars At last, in stellar solitude The circle can be brokеn once more Into the Stargatе I try to see Above the sands of time, its shadow is cast again The monolith returns, demanding passage Open the Stargate

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 08, 2026