I have known.
I have seen.
I have been beyond the world.
Far beyond
The veils of life
The dreams of the dead are alive.
A city.
A city whose lights are cold.
A tower.
A tower of woven bone.
The Coiling Void,
Scaled with the space between the stars.
The Coiling Void,
Who swallows worlds and whose breath carries the screams
Of dying gods.
Leviathan.
Thy tongue is pressed against my mind.
And thy venom,
Ichor flowing in my veins
I have known.
I have seen beyond the veils of life.
I have slept.
I have shared the dreams of the dead.
And I wake.
I wake with visions none should see.
And I know.
I know what the living cannot know.
The Coiling Void,
Whose scales will snuff the burning stars.
The Coiling Void,
Engorged with the terrible bones of gods.
Leviathan.
Thy gaze has pierced my heart with decay.
Leviathan.
My body is corrupted as a vessel of thy will.
So from My mouth
Writhe worms which are blazoned with black scriptures.
They are my voice.
Which eructs miasmic decrees of what will be