Spirits of Dirt

Celestial violence Unimaginable chaos Stars torn to shreds Seething cosmic beasts Eternities of gaping dark Worlds turned to dust Their words are useless, their minds insufficient Their eyes are worthless, their reach inadequate Unfathomable forms collide beyond their skies On courses set in eternities past Unknowable forces rip galaxies apart For ages beyond their meek existence Yet in that cosmic destruction Those boiling clouds of devoured stars There is no trace of what they call evil No malice within the eternal instants Of violent undoing They are a parasite They hasten their demise They poison and ruin With all their feeble strength They rip themselves apart They will cripple their world and split their bones They will drown themselves in their own blood All to gain a wisp of dust Yet they would not pull their hand from the fire Nor lift a scrap to their starving lips To gain their won world They are a parasite

Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 15, 2025