Sidereal Light: Volume One

Beckoning, the abyss roars behind All-consuming nexus of might Falling, observing am I Ascending, transcending space and time Traversing the deafening divide I soar towards the gateway inside Therein storm long-confined Elements, chaos, and light Seething for aeons bright A thousandfold intensified Mortal flesh cast aside Eternity before my eyes Passing through the paradigm I behold, but dare not describe

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

The midnight heavens whisper in tongues of ancient light Their sources now transfigured through aeons long gone by Innumerable worlds with atmospheres untold Frigid peaks and landscapes, volcanic afterglow Waters encircling with stirrings of life Proliferations that gradually give rise The stars attended by their creations Harnessed by elder civilizations Forging the cosmos through splendrous ruination Sowing their substance for distant generations Stars die, worlds form, life arises and falls The galaxies in their billions, spirals and spheres With wings of woven stars inclined to cohere Structures of sidereal light merging as one With myriads of alien worlds awakening, orbiting their suns Within this existence and cosmos so vast We are nothing, as is our past Observing their motions and workings from afar With reverence, with worship, with wonder, I fathom the stars

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Absolute cold Unending nonexistence Desolate spaces Forsaken and hopeless Immensity boundless Sightless and soundless Lightless, Lifeless Unfathomable nothingness Colossal cosmic desert Void vacuum of night With no trace of origins Descendants of consciousness Still search for answers Looking to empty skies Adrift in blackest of oceans, the waning islands of light Have departed all horizons, forever out of sight Immensity boundless Sightless and soundless Lightless, Lifeless Unfathomable nothingness

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Hollow and fated, existence obscures The prefabricated illusion of will There are no saviours, and death is ensured Every thought instilled Hope is fruitless and purpose is blind Drawing veils over our eyes Over nothing our choices preside We are born and we die Where the seas meet the skies Between the trees and mountainsides I may breathe, may resign The stifling dream may subside But clarity returns with time All of this will fade from sight Sentenced to serve, our futures await Not that we deserve to deviate Follow the herd, do not be afraid The release of death unravels the way Illusions of will, our thoughts are instilled Existence obscures, death is ensured With veils over our eyes, we are born and we die

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025