The Eruption

... and after years in dark tunnels

He came to silence

There was nothing...

He realised that the cheering cries of worship

Were but echoes of his harsh outspoken word

Reflecting back at him from cold and naked walls

In hollow circles fled illusions of wisdom he had heard

Ł˘From nothing came all I ever knewŁ˘

And he beheld the ruins

Of an empire torn apart

Yet, no grief nor rage did bind him

Just silent and bewildered

By the emptiness

He stumbled off his throne

Suddenly, the walls around him cracked wide open

And an endless void appeared in flickering, grey light

Ł˘What force, but silence, has deprived me of my coil?

No trail to guide me. No point of reference in sight.Ł˘

Ł˘By nothing, resurrection will be pure.Ł˘

And he beheld the ruins

Of an empire torn apart

Wiping dust off his shoulders

Just silent now

In this emptiness

Leaving all behind

Step by step

Past all past

Slowly he approached the surface

Nothing left

To sacrifice

The mirrors mocked him on the way