Francis D'Eramo

I lie inside the planet's bowels,
In chasms miles deep.
Curled into a foetal knot
I sleep my aeon's sleep,
Dreaming of dreadful cobalt skies
And lapping acid seas.

I am power

Coiled in the darkness
Shape of shadow
Shunning light.

God of Night

Crouching in the darkness,
Tearing tendrils
Winding tight.

Will I sleep until the planet burns
In the sun that gave it birth,
Or will I wake
In restless anger,
My will,
And crush
The Earth?

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