Born from the fracture where stars lost their fire, It moves through the void with insatiate desire. A monarch of ruin, with claws forged of night, Draped in the silence that swallows all light.
Its crown is the chaos of galaxies torn, A halo of storms where dimensions are born. Every breath bends the laws of decay, Every whisper consumes what dares to stay.
Eyes like eclipses, obsidian flame, It speaks without language, yet all know its name. An overlord ancient, unchained, undefined, The architect lurking in shadows of mind.
Worlds tremble beneath its dominion of dread, Hope rots to ash where its footfalls have bled. Yet still it enthrones the abyss with decree— Chaos eternal, the Entity free. NNN