When the boundaries between worlds are worn,
And threads of reality become forlorn,
The Void stirs deep in its endless sleep,
As its watchful eye begins to creep.
Strange lights flicker across the sky,
Dancing wildly, both low and high.
Rivers flow with crimson hue,
A sign of what is breaking through.
The beasts of nature, once serene,
Now behave in ways unseen.
Predators flee, prey stands tall,
As instinct twists beyond recall.
A guide of youth, once wise and strong,
Is swept by chaos, led astray and gone.
Through foreign lands, his charge now lost,
A soul adrift, bound to pay the cost.
In the halls of learning, whispers grow,
Of vanished paths and shadows low.
No longer does he steer the way,
Now darkness leads where light held sway.
A brigand touched by silver light,
Granted visions in the dead of night.
The stars descend, their secrets shown,
A mind undone by what’s been known.
His eyes reflect a cosmic scheme,
Where waking horrors haunt his dream.
Words he speaks of distant things,
Of madness born on astral wings.
The stars themselves betray their seer,
As a sage is torn by forces unclear.
Knowledge lost to the voidless breath,
Leaves the path to answers dark as death.
Mountains that once reached proud and tall,
Shatter beneath a celestial pall.
Their ruins tell of ancient sin,
A crack where chaos seeps within.
The soil trembles with dismay,
As crops wither, and fields decay.
A wind of ashes sweeps the land,
As nature yields to a chaotic hand.
Birds cease their songs, trees twist and writhe,
Under moonlit beams that seem alive.
Children dream of endless night,
Their laughter hushed by creeping fright.
Waters churn with a voice unknown,
As waves speak in a howling tone.
The winds themselves grow still and chill,
Before a silence that breaks all will.
As magic falters, spells go wild,
Order’s laws are torn and defiled.
Plants grow with a fervent might,
As chaos blooms throughout the night.
Slumber flees from mortal eyes,
Awake, they watch the stars’ demise.
Dreams become a tangled snare,
Of shadows, whispers, and despair.
Beware the Void, the endless maw,
That seeks to bend all worlds to flaw.
Its chaos spreads like unseen blight,
To swallow hope and snuff the light.
But though the storm grows strong and dire,
There flickers still a heart of fire.
For heroes stand in dark’s embrace,
Their courage burning, setting pace.
In shattered realms and twisted lands,
They’ll fight with hearts and fearless hands.
To face the Void’s consuming wrath,
And carve a new and brighter path.
Through the chaos and the endless night,
They’ll rise as beacons of the light.
Not for themselves, but for the land,
They fight together, hand in hand.
In darkest hour, when hope seems small,
Their courage answers the rallying call.
For though the world begins to fray,
Their light will never fade away.
The stars above may dim and fail,
The winds of fate may tear and wail,
Yet through it all, they march as one,
Until the battle’s end is won.
The tides of night, the creeping dread,
Will falter at the steps they tread.
For those who rise against the fall,
Are heroes made to answer the call.