Lohk (Void)

"From brooding gulfs are we beheld by that which bears no name
Its heralds are the stars it fells, the sky and earth aflame
Corporeal laws are unwrit, as suns and love retreat
To cosmic madness, laws submit, though stalwart minds entreat
In luminous space, blackened stars, they gaze, accuse, deny
Roiling, moaning this realm of ours in madness, lost shall die
Carrion hordes trill their profane accord with eldritch plans
To cosmic forms from tangent planes, we end as we began"