Fate’s wheel ticks ever slower
As the apocalypse clock winds down.
They will come, tearing into our time,
Slithering through secret spaces,
Scrabbling from concealed depths.
Beneath their weight, the world will tilt—
A plaything that will stop spinning,
Crashing like a broken toy, off the top
In ashes, we all fall down.
Darkness beyond twilight beckons,
The time of revelations draws near.
Vast shapes lurk in hellish voids,
Converging near worn barriers,
Bulging the skin of dimensions,
Forcing open old, blackened scars.
Aberrant beings will devour the sky;
Their blackness will bury the stars
And in the darkness I’ll never see
The abyssal eyes that gaze back.
