The Serpent & The Sphere

I have arrived at the corridor of infinity; the great hall where the ages are kept Behind ancient ash and primordial iron The past is a mirror...aeons exist in a myriad cast The vale before me; my own reflection Another stands at the doorway of the m

Towers... Deity forged architecture Swirling in and out of form Enveloped in the arms of dark matter Towers...mercurial and flowing... My work is done Pillars... From an antediluvian bane Collapsing in and out of form Embodied in a cradle of absence