Chaos is a whispered warning of crumbled megaliths
and castellated ruins.
Seen from beyond as a figure robed in the vestments
of the grave;
Chaos is a symphony.
Liquefying reality into illusion chaos murmurs
in the voice of lapping seas.
Her will fills the void of time,
forcing shapeless dreams to merge.
A reflection in molten quicksilver.
Glistening with an eternal-radiance
the last bloody blast of dying suns.
Chaos plays a lilting flute summoning tears
to jaundiced eyes.
Recalling the ethereal world of childhood,
the demise of immortal youth.
Chaos whispers beckoning all to
of an ancient rite
the one panacea...
to join her entourage and travel uncharted nether-reaches,
where the undead dine in transcendent splendor
sipping the refined nectar of mortal fear.
Listen closely as Chaos calls
is the mother of malevolence who gave birth to darkness,
and you will join her in predatory frenzy.
One way or the other.