The Void river
of black tale, making mortals shiver.
Dusty, ancient runes foretold
of prime, abyssal, lifeless river.
Underneath the skies, forbidden,
therein livings shun to enter,
far beyond the forests, hidden,
runs across the tundra center.
Cold and silent as the Reaper,
like an atom – entryless,
of all existence none is deeper
than this heart of emptiness.
Timeless realm, zero streamed,
unborn, existing, sleeping calm,
a source of darkness or it seemed
as void was lifting from its palm.
The future still unknown remains,
a thousand prophecies were sworn,
but rumor wanders and it claims
that chaos deity was there born.