Hidden within the raven's eye Resides a majestic black maelstrom An iridescent vortex of delirium Abashed in deathless creation The veils throb with visceral indignation, Revealing the angry space between the stars. Their seething terror forms out of reversed realities Where our gods become prey. By the sardonic Hammer By the jaws of Leviathan. Even the last dying wish Is eradicated from the ethereal Subtle murmurs that disturb life, Inevitable paroxysms return once again; We never dreamed it could be this way. We should have left it alone. . .