The Spoiled Milk of Dead Stars
Author's Note: Enjoy the poem and R&R.
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Summary:
Iä! Shuma-Gorath! Iä!
Ever his praises, and abundance to the Devourer-God of the Eternal Ever-Was. Iä! Shuma-Gorath!
Iä! Shuma-Gorath! The Devourer-God of the Eternal Ever-Was with the Many-Angled Young!
Those who would dip their barbarian hands into the shadows of time
Hubristic humanoids handling unstable magicks with rubber gloves
And she evolved far beyond them…The Avatar of Chthon
To choke and birth a new Reich
To break a fixed point
Incur the Dark Elder's curse
But a darkness not even they can reach
The Scarlet Witch, perhaps if she looked longer
In his absence (The Absence), the living cancer of his spawn's universe
There are conquerors who dictate the flow of time
Conquerors who rule it
Conquerors who exist outside it
Who collectively push back on the old tentacles shattering through the dimensional panes
But outside all understanding, feeding on the souls of universes
Staring back at the inhabitants of all universes
Is the emptiness
The Unclosing Eye that slumbers awake
And lumbers so his void is made flesh
Iä! Shuma-Gorath!
Iä! Shuma-Gorath! The Devourer-God of the Eternal Ever-Was with the Many-Angled Young!