The archontic silence, obsidian and vast,Enshrouds the pre-embryonic, null-space gloom.Before the first demiurgic spark was cast,Or entropy began its weaver’s loom.This cataphractic darkness, dense and cold,Defies the prying reach of gnostic light;An unrecorded aeon, ebon-scrolled,Inurned within the sepulcher of night.But hark! The pulsion of a stellar heart,An ultra-fidian thrumming in the deep,Compels the nebular veils to rend apart,And rouses demi-gods from phasic sleep.The prolegomena of time begins,Midst coruscating fires and cosmic sins.
Sonnet II: The Titan’s Epiphany
Out-stepped a Colossus, ivory-carved and grand,Whose phantasmagoric eyes beheld the spheres.He grasped the firmament within his hand,And measured cycles of a billion years.His mind, a labyrinth of thalassic thought,Distilled the essence of the quintessence.He pondered laws the ancient ether taught,And sought the locus of transcendence.Yet, even as he sculpted suns from dust,The edacious moth of time began to chew.A microscopic speck of iron rust,A harbinger of all that must undo.For every architecture, howe'er sublime,Succumbs to the ichor of devouring time.
Sonnet III: The Maleficent Rot
Beneath the argent sheen of galactic skin,A sub-dermal necrosis started to spread.The sybaritic stars, steeped deep in sin,Reflected light from systems long since dead.The Titan watched as pulsar-pulses slowed,And supernovae bloomed like morbid flowers.The radiant streams of energy that flowed,Dwindled into dark, necrotic hours.This entropy, a grim, inexorable tide,Dissolved the adamant and the divine;The very laws of physics were defied,By rot that crept across the grand design.He saw his empire, built on solar breath,Decay
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