First, there was The Void

Then, there was a headache

and a flower of hope
that would give birth
to a sanctuary.

With his head in hand
he who bore the pain,
would try to reach
The Void again;

The place where nothing moves,
where darkness is lord
and silence is preacher
- a place of peace.

There, his head can pour freely
onto a new seed
which, with renewed purpose,
will sprout life.

But alas, ceaseless violence
and unapologetic noise
would again be wallpapered
to the corridors of past serenity...

A time known as POST VOID
A place known as POST VOID