We are the voices.
The formless black.
We are the forgotten,
The undying whispers in the night.
We come from the burning times,
The place before eternity.
Old gods and elder creatures.
Echoing from beyond the stars.
We sleep beneath the tides
Of the deepest seas
The darkest places reserved while
We whisper from the shadows.
Dead, yet alive- undead? No!
Not dead, nor alive, nor undead.
But something else entirely,
Beneath the stars, the sea, and sky,
....we wait dreaming.
We ruled creation long ago,
Our images, dust held together
By the power of disembodied minds.
Echoing from the farthest depths,
From the deepest reaches of the abyss.
Yet now we slumber,
but only for a time.
