From Amber to Sun
So bright has the sun shone, you’ve been blinded by light. Beguiled by its veiled beauty, fallen in enchantment of its virtue. Celestial body, radiant and vibrant, in excelsis, yet distant and frigid, till the end of time. They shall dim the canvas of the sky, till the land is subdued in the faint glow of the firefly. For I, who had turned away from the light, return. Now, at the changing of the night sky before me. He who walks the path least lit, pilgrim-eternal, to trace back the steps whence I first arose. It’s been foretold, foreseen, and so shall it come to be. It has been written, and so shall it be, The stars may fall, one by one, though not me, the cosmic-traveller. In the undying storm, across the mighty deluge, Beyond the curve of time, past the age of the Titans Along the stellar river, and through the black ravine, Alnitak, Alnilam, Mintaka, they guide me. Victorious over the pestilence of men, Below the belt of Orion, To the lands of my fathers, illustrious, I return, Helios incarnate.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 21, 2026
The keys played on note after note, it thundered a calamity, and the moon and the stars and celestial bodies of the night danced and swayed till the firmament shattered the fabric of the sky, the ending is nigh! Turn your face from the cold flame of the sun, Turn your gaze away from the light. Its gifts are beguiled in false promises of life. No sons, no daughters should taste the bitterness of death. Their bodies fell like rain to the vast oceans, engulfed by turmoil of the ancient seas, devoured and broken by a great serpent. A foreboding menace fell over the cosmos, in a scene awoken by a scream, Ten thousand stars scattered and ruined, told in the nightmare of a dream. A foreboding menace lingers in this nightmare of a dream.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 21, 2026
When they rise, those who hear their names, they shall decipher whispers on the wind, and they will stand mighty from their tomb. When they rise, those who gaze at the stars, they shall cross the star-lit skies, to follow the pilgrim over stellar seas. In droves and covens they assemble, as rivers and streams of molten fire, as sand in the desert and rain in the oceans, aplenty, across the stellar seas. The mighty voyager shall speak in endless tongues and countless symbols, about travels in time and space, from beyond the place they dwelt their life. The state of the world is revealed, Destroyed by man and his zeal, whose ambition to control the spirits of this earth shattered their land with greed. See the demise, foretold by the ancient seer. See the ruin, now that the end is here. The margin of the great reveal! This vision of the blackest veils. The reckoning of their voracious deeds. This is the great reveal. There, the mighty monuments of men, grey and lit in fluorescent light, devastating and devouring all. The unseen now became seen. Ashes and disease spewed from pillars of stone, the new titans of men, not of blood, not of bone. A cancerous legacy of self-loathing and slow death. The lords anew, the atom-gods, destroyers of all. This is the great reveal!
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 21, 2026
All of them made of sorrow, all of them made of death, All of them empty and hollow, only tales of the crestfallen matter, There were only tales of the dead, March forward, pilgrims to follow, There is only tomorrow, there is only what lies ahead. Abandon, there’s no hope in the way of suffering and turmoil Turn away from the past, that assaults on a place of nothing. The way on is of solitude, the way is of dread. Pilgrim, eternal and desolate, are his voyages ahead! Through grains of time, over storm-clouds through the heavens Amidst constellations of legendary titans, shining eternal. The moon of Cerberus. crowning its coming resurgence, The vision of the gods. Raise the chalice, sire! Dance in the golden temples Turn the flies to dragons Flood the earth with pestilence! Speak in tongues of deities! Storm the bastions of the dead. Rise to see the ending. Celebrate! The star descending.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 21, 2026
All of them made of sorrow, all of them made of death, All of them empty and hollow, only tales of the crestfallen matter, There were only tales of the dead, March forward, pilgrims to follow, There is only tomorrow, there is only what lies ahead. Abandon, there’s no hope in the way of suffering and turmoil Turn away from the past, that assaults on a place of nothing. The way on is of solitude, the way is of dread. Pilgrim, eternal and desolate, are his voyages ahead! Through grains of time, over storm-clouds through the heavens Amidst constellations of legendary titans, shining eternal. The moon of Cerberus. crowning its coming resurgence, The vision of the gods. Raise the chalice, sire! Dance in the golden temples Turn the flies to dragons Flood the earth with pestilence! Speak in tongues of deities! Storm the bastions of the dead. Rise to see the ending. Celebrate! The star descending.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 21, 2026
Voices roll off tongues of smoke from the summits, Rumours of tales on the coming salvation, Whispers of an ancient guardian shepherd of men. A destroyer and a creator. A father and a son. Distant beyond the nebula. Beheld in splendour, A light in darkness, Silent yet tumultuous. Constructive as the time it came to be. Seductive beyond the voice of reason. Burning within its flesh. Even the dead wait. Those who are lost, those who are not. And they shall arise from their slumber, Some to endure, some to despair. and there, they will have their names chiseled on barren earth, no time and decay can dim their memory. Cloaked and fainter than the first ray at dawn. Like fireflies shining through the void left from stars. The cipher is the key to unlock the paradox Join the pilgrimage that awaits within yourself. Voices roll off tongues of smoke from the summits Rumours of tales on the coming new life, Whispers of an ancient guardian shepherd of men. When the weeping fades they shall rise, the Pilgrims to follow the shepherd for not all is lost, for not all is abandoned. Cloaked and fainter than the first ray at dawn. Like fireflies shining through the void left from stars. A codex of life left untrodden. Pilgrims shall enter through the thickest of clouds. Who are made of spirit and are touched by the pilgrim-sun. Who are made of fire and extend from the great flame.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 21, 2026
I, the light that puts out the night. The grains of sand inside the hourglass. A jester in the hall, with wit that could destroy them all. I live on beyond your memory. in legend, song and folklore. Never-ending, both in time and radiancy So far beyond comprehension Never to be spent Forever, in an all embracing sky. Mighty is a beacon of hope for the dying and a symbol of life for the dead. The dim light within the natural disorder weaving through the darkness of the night. I cast my distant cold glance further than the eye can see, across vast oceans of solitude is where my light shall be. I, a glint across the deep black sky gather worlds inside my churning cauldron of fire. A jester in the ball, with wit that could destroy them all. The magic of the stellar jester, through the arc of the constellations it is whispered, dances in the shimmer of eternal glimmering starlight, plays on beyond the defeated darkness. Never to be spent Forever, in an all embracing sky.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 21, 2026
One drop from the sky that led the deluge, One ray of light through cloud that made loose the shadows’ grasp, One word uttered that broke the silence of our tomb, One eye which saw through the darkness everlasting, An amber which drew the fires that ignited the sun, A disease that killed legions of hollow men, Pilgrims, one with the distance and the proximity of light Our salvation through abandonment and the light of the guiding star. The fire that burns eternally from the dawn of life itself From across the sea of stars it is seen. We are embraced in resurrection In matter altered through our one vision, We’re reconstructed in resurrection In spirit and beyond the flesh. Leading the way, piercing through the forests of calamities Creation decay, desolated world of adversities. It calls out They who have ears shall give heed. The path is woven They who have eyes shall see. The magic is written and its text untombs them all. The magic is spoken and its words reveal all. The magic is written and its text untombs them all. The magic is spoken and its words reveal all. Follow the light! Embraced and cloaked in the warmth of its unity. I am the faint light! Step forth and reach to infinity. Follow the star! Follow in the footsteps. Follow the star! In the shadow of the pilgrim-sun.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 21, 2026