The Dark Eternal Night

No one dared to speak of the terrible danger, the hideous ancient warnings forged in the void of night. He has risen up out of the blackness, chaos. The last of the prophets sinister, a sickening monstrous sight. Through the stifling heat, underneath the pale green moon I burned with a thirst to seek things not yet seen. Climbing endless stairs leading to the choking room, eager to explore his most shocking mysteries. Drifting beyond all time, out of a churning sky. Drawn to the beckoning light of the dark eternal night. Black forces rage in the vortex, fighting waves of destruction. Swallowing the echo of the universe. I am the last born of the blood of the pharaohs, the ultimate God of a rotting creation sent to unleash this curse. Restless crowds draw near, nameless hooded forms appear. Amidst fallen ruins grotesque creatures battle. Shadowed on a screen yellow evil faces leer. Vacant monuments, corpses of dead worlds left behind Drifting beyond all time, out of a churning sky. Drawn to the beckoning light of the dark eternal night. Trapped in a hellish dream, spinning past worlds unseen and frightfully vanishing into the dark eternal night.