A Poem of Disquiet

By Noctis Lumus

Beyond the lands where all things grow

Beyond the voyages of man

Beyond the steppes, immense and low,

Beyond the world we understand 

Where tears, escaping, freeze and boil

Where midnight stands for eons still

Where mournful souls bemoan and toil

Where death itself is loath to kill

Yet blood still flows to sate his lust

A man, a god, a worm, a thing

Dominion over endless dust

The Silent Kingdom's Hollow King