Displacement - Kardashev

Immersed in emptiness.

The mass of other bodies pushed aside.

Soft echoing of solitary footsteps.

this hollow station is alienation.

Off world advance

had trapped her withing.

where had such wonder gone?

Every hope had been taken for granted.

the fabric of reality torn apart.

Alone and unprepared.

No restitution.

Mortality of flesh

is realized.

Sphere

of exotic matter

folds the fabric of the universe.

«Know us not by our names

but by the dark that created us.»

Pale flesh abominations

brought forth from other worlds.

initial contact was

met with aggression.

Each being spoke with ten voices,

droning words from their sides.

The depths of space had been

named as their father.

Cold.

Empty.

Void.

Displacement.

to be alone.

Alone.

Cold.

Empty.

Void.

The Dark that created us.