Rendered in Onyx - Fen

A choir of unreality chimes

A host of obsidian seraphim swarms

Etched upon the tapestry of reason

A litany of falsehoods awash with fear

Fear of all-encompassing emptiness

Fear of an infinity of the unknown

Fear of the purity of meaninglessness

Fear of a darkness that acts as a mirror to ignorance

Carved in the very coldest regions of an uncaring bleak multiverse

Hewn from strident monoliths of absence and vacuum

And so

I condemn a species that thrives on its own terror

That derives essence from the spire of pity

And I seek my place amongst the temples

There are many places in which true wisdom hides

Where the unbroken fabric of reality lies in wait

Shrouded

Cloaked in aether’s dark blessing

Beyond the sight by those tethered

To the dead weight of matter, to the prison of the flesh

Penance is sought in that which is perceptible

But no solace dwells within the rotten fabric of a half-truth

Their systems crumble beneath a hailstorm

Of unpicked knots of knowledge

Palpitating sentience trembles

Against the rearing menhirs of absolution

Secrets buried in darkness

Truth rendered in onyx