Iliad of the void

From inside the liquid of the lower void,

Far far into the abysmal ether,

In his ancient dreamless quest,

The Cephalulhu wanders; There hath he been for ages, safe from the fiery infants, unknown might.

From many a wondrous and secret cell,

Far far away in the cold paling darkness,

In their fervor, with a malevolent repose,

Unnumbered evils writhe; There hath they waited, for an unwary travelers, unknown plight.

From a tangled skein of white hot fury,

Far far inside the steamy tarn,

In symbiosis, and red swirling mist,

Flesh is torn asunder; There hath been but a blink in time, in the mind’s eye, unknown night.