Sleeper at the Edge of Dreams

lo, I emerge from a shadowy void
I, eldest of things
I, the canvas on which reality is painted
have awoken from my timeless sleep

amorphous. absolute is the absence of shape, mass and dimension
soared dormant in solitude, at the edge of dreams
now awake as a massive whirl of chaos and dark abstractions
sensing the universe and it's grieving lamentations

lo, I alter into the frost between the stars
I, surpassor of all
I, the almighty equilibrium
omnipotent... doom crafter... awakened! enraged! unleashed

obscure at first, from just distant fiery shimmerings
then revealed, to enormous vast waves of energy
my wrath takes form as an all embracing cosmic flaming ocean
that rends the very fabric of reality

lo, the afterglow subsides, and lo
I, the cold breath of burial
I, the warm light of countless suns
unfolds a new time, a new dawn of existence

fading away... vanishing into the infinite ocean of the universe
back to silence, eternal darkness and obscurity
back to my dormitory, my shadowy void
to once again sleep at the edge of dreams