First, there was The Void

Then, there was a headache

and a flower of hope

that would give birth

to a sanctuary

With his head in his hand,

he who bore the pain,

would try to reach

The Void again;

The place where nothing moves

where darkness is lord

and silence its preacher

- a place of peace

There, his head can pour freely

onto a new seed

which, with renewed purpose,

will sprout life.

But alas, ceaseless violence

and unapologetic noise

would again be wallpapered

to the corridors of past serenity...

A time known as POST VOID

A place known as POST VOID