Of Sound and Light

A Poem by itsnotnatural

comes after To Feel the Creation of Godhood.

Ravenous
Viciousness
Madness is what they all felt

Berserker empaths
In a closed room
Fighting against
The countless hordes

All are immortal
Dismemberment
Is the only
Solution

Defenders become predators
And the hordes slowly wear down
Mindless indulgence

Beyond the realm
Of misfortune
More awaits

Omniescence
Shapes their reality
Become the reality
Become the noise
Break apart
All is one

Beings of pure light and pure sound
With a million dancing fingertips
Are masters of their own domains