God of Chaos
In the depths of my soul, an abyss lies, Vast and uncharted, where no light flies. A chasm so deep, it swallows the sun, A black hole devouring, leaving none.
It pulls me further into eternal night, A darkness profound, devoid of light. Each grasp for meaning, each desperate plea, Met with cold emptiness, unfeeling, free.
In this realm of sorrow, I am lost, A wanderer in shadows, tempest-tossed. Yet within this chaos, strength does reside, A paradox of power, where fears abide.
For in the heart of this abyssal space, Lies a force unyielding, a hidden grace. A god of chaos, with laughter and might, Born from forgotten realms, out of sight.