Cold crept into the silence of a lone home;

There, a lady lain, resting, and all alone.

Within her light head, dulcet dreams danced around;

She was blithely unaware of the bleak hour.

Sinister nightmares overwhelmed her mind’s sight;

Decay bloomed through a phantasmagoric fright;

Life’s warm halcyon simply turned to cool mist,

While the drums of dread coerced her with their beat.

The past fractured, eviscerating her flesh,

The future dissolved so that, there, naught was left;

All that remained were her thoughts and memories:

Ferrymen who carried her into the dark.

The endless deep enveloped all that she was,

Caressing her bitter form, calming her heart;

She was drowned by its solemn profundity;

Unified with the Night’s bottomless bottom.

Down, lower, sans terminus, she descended,

Into the realm of her unifier’s might,

Transfiguring into eternal essence;

Crowned Queen of the Void and all the World’s dismay.

Then, there She sat, an orchid of great terror;

A beauty to those who sojourn in Darkness;

A black jewel in the Ocean of Consciousness;

Good Queen to the Lord of the World’s creation.