Amidst the troubled sleep of a Midwinter night,
Whilst unknown horrors plagued my dreams
Of dreary temples of old,
I
beheld a distant wall strewn with arcane glyphs
That spoke of a terrible invocation...
And walking up, I realised
That all
factors were now in conjunction
The ever so distant time that scribe's
dreams has prophesised
Was now at hand...
What an
astounding revelation
I have been bestowed!
The Horned Moon is standing high above the Earth tonight
And rends alight
strange silhouettes in the pitch black ground
I kneel betwixt fragrant trees and shape-shifting shadows
And my mortal senses are
permeated for one last time
I recite the conjuration of the elder stars
The ancient, arcane words sear my writhing
tongue
Now I feel their power surge all about and throughout me
And seep through every pore of my thirsting soul
Secrets
never known to Man reveal before my eyes
I become godlike!
And now as my mortal shells is left far below
Entwined in
all -destroying serpentine horror
My immortal soul ascends towards unimaginable power
Ever so nigh the brink of mind-devouring
madness...
I am the Pandimensional Liege-Lord
Clad in the very fabric of Space and Time
My crown is of galaxies, and
galaxies of galaxies
Interdimensional existences are mine to create and destroy
At a instant's fraction whim
Mine is the Maw
of Creation that holds tight in its grasp
The Tail of chaotic Destruction in a circle that forever lasts
The Multiverse is mine to
rule!