The Evercycle

By Cliff Lake

 

The Evercycle

 

Amassed in the imperfect void,

Imperfect, for they are within.

They await the evercycle,

And their return.

 

Their slow confinement shall cease,

And they shall descend on Man,

With promise of ancient terror –

Retribution for daring to live.

 

Gods they were, and gods they are,

Cast out or cast aside,

What does it matter?

Here in the endless reaches they have hated.

 

Here the evercycle turns,

As it does in all Creation,

And though they have naught of patience,

Still, they have waited.

 

How their imps have slipped the curtain,

They know not,

Nor have they occasion to care,

It is enough to see the disruption.

 

They have seen that turmoil,

The anticipated spiraling descent,

The apathy of Man,

As the Faithful have grown few.

 

For they have been watching,

O, they have watched long and long.

And they calculate the weaknesses,

And they make plan.

 

The evercycle turns,

And the barrier will be thrust aside,

And they shall enter,

And they will have their vengeance.

 

Gods they are, and gods they were,

Only dimly remembered,

Too long ignored,

Too long unfed.

 

So, they wait outside dull Man’s reality,

Watching the evercycle turn,

Beings of hate,

Lost of themselves.

 

For hate must be fed,

And hate consumes,

And they are become hate,

And the evercycle turns.


The evercycle turns.

 

Cliff Lake 5/14/2024

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2024

Location: Wichita, KS, USA

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