I saw Him in a desolate desert The dark bowels of a dead beast Sinewy with bones extending from the walls Dark. Old. Older than time Older than breath Life screamed here first Further down was the snow storm A constant, infinite stream of sand and snow Fine as flour. White as pearls This was forever All was and all became And amidst the storm, lay a silent space And amidst this space, He was there Cloaked with gray and covered with ice Here lies the Forever King The Sad King. The Eternal King A speck of dust in an infinite universe Fell here since the First Day And the world buried His breath Forgotten in a forgotten land Where stars fear to shine Where angels fear to tread When power first bloomed And the motions of the universe first flowed And the sky was a lonely virgin The first thousand years were screams A wounded deer in a dark world The next one thousand there was just sadness The next thousand came the acceptance The next, enlightenment The next, hopelessness The next came the eternal nightmare A hundred thousand years from then The nightmare became the dream And the dream flowed like honeyed milk And the dream became all there is As you see it it is While the seeing lasts Dark, nightmare history Time as coffin Now He stands here Cloak gray as sin Breaker of the Eternal Song And with a crown casting a terrible shadow A thousand leagues of ice He exhales his first breath And the world fell in his eyes And the universe cracked silent And the stars burned and bled And this hollowed world was Him And his heart was forever that of Prophets The Sad King. The Eternal King.