Burdened is the path betwixt flesh and stone

Cold tendrils of the abyss latch unto fixations

And rancour becomes the seed of despair

Be warned

For in that sleep of death

Nightmares surely come to light

When plunged forever into that pit of unveiled trepidations

The only way through is a crawlway that winds

Around chasms of your own design

Now behold what lies beyond the threshold of our dreams

The antechamber of all fates to be – Veritas

There a host of fingers relentlessly entwines

Daedal weaves and patterns, congealing into time

One thread turns a man to a god

One slaughter's a child in the womb

By the pinch of a single strand, empires crumble

In its coils I can see mankind's rise and fall

Its eyes now shift in manifold

Peering across the gloom, as if it knows

When entia trespass upon

This strange sanctum verging on the realms of naught

As icy terror fills my heart

I dive down, and crawl into an underpass

Encroaching deep into the ruins

Of this grand unearthly vestibule

There is no way out

No respite from decay

My lot falls on declivous ways

Where the strands of fate are undefined, congruity unwinds

Inputs undetermined form a fractal path

Helices of shapeless time as far as none can see

Beyond this threshold yawns infinity

Can a singular being such as I surmount this vast divide?

Twists of never-ending shapes and thoughts to come

Contemplating finitude at the brink of defeat

I fail to notice, eyes have been watching me

And I now meet its gaze

As the Weaver turns my way

"I seek not thine harm

But my words do heed

Beings lost in time

Lie dormant in the weft of the weave"

Slowly, one of many hands lifts my thread to reveal

A tracing in the fractal, and as I observe, it speaks

"Do not tread with hesitance upon the wailing path

Spirits unrelenting hide within the dark

On the bleakest of thy days, quiver not, but stand tall

Life gave thee burdens - thou hast carried them all"

"In severance lies beauty, bittersweet as it may be

Once a journ is over, value accrues indeed

Sifting through the memories, both painful and serene

Thou wilt discover, they've become part of thee"

"In the great beyond past sterile fields

There one may find serendipity

Beware the beast who resembles thee

All that Become must return to the Sea"