Eldritch Lullaby in the Mouth of the Abyss
The void hums low, a velvet croon,
A hymn of night, a breathless rune.
Its fingers trace the fraying seams,
Where time unspools in silent dreams.
The dark is deep, too vast to know,
It sings of stars that ceased to glow.
A lullaby in curling space,
A hand unseen, a lost embrace.
It whispers soft, it pulls, it pleads,
It plants its songs like spectral seeds.
And those who hear its haunting tune
Are cradled close, yet lost too soon.
For some will wake and some will drown,
Some drift too far to turn around.
Yet still, the void hums soft, persists—
A lullaby in death’s cold kiss.
A hymn of night, a breathless rune.
Its fingers trace the fraying seams,
Where time unspools in silent dreams.
The dark is deep, too vast to know,
It sings of stars that ceased to glow.
A lullaby in curling space,
A hand unseen, a lost embrace.
It whispers soft, it pulls, it pleads,
It plants its songs like spectral seeds.
And those who hear its haunting tune
Are cradled close, yet lost too soon.
For some will wake and some will drown,
Some drift too far to turn around.
Yet still, the void hums soft, persists—
A lullaby in death’s cold kiss.
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Background: This poem draws from the concept of the \"eldritch\" something eerie, otherworldly, and beyond human understanding. It describes a cosmic lullaby sung by the abyss itself, a song that both comforts and consumes. The abyss is personified, cradling those who drift too close, whispering promises that might be deception or truth. The imagery of unraveling time, spectral seeds, and lost travelers suggests an existential horror, where those who listen to the abyss\'s song may never return. The final stanza leaves an eerie ambiguity: is the lullaby an invitation to peace or an inescapable doom?
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