The poet gave his living gift away
To a foul void, a hollow, empty space
For in her eyes, he saw that very day
A silent beauty, a bewitching face
Void seized upon his soul's celestial strings
Void grasped the heavenly features of his art
And in his path, it dropped the simple things
Just shattered fragments of a broken heart
Though voids own sound could never quite inspire
A godly work, a truly grand design
He held void with a strange and fervent fire
And in it found oblivion divine
Void did not know the way to love or yearn
Or how to feel a passion or desire
From emptiness, you never can return
With a living ideal, forged in fire
The poet knew and understood it all
But loved the void, and answered to its call
For without it, he knew he'd fade and fall
This gift of his would drown him after all
At times he'd leave his weakness far behind
To recollect the genius he once owned
But all the brightness he could no longer find
By emptiness forevermore enthroned
Like rushing waters, came a living soul
A vital force, drawing ever near
And with a sob that it could not control
It asked him softly, Am I needed here?
He looked into it eyes, a bitter smile
Appeared upon his face, a cruel disguise
It waited for him still a little while
A wretched soul, believing in his lies
He sat it down and offered her a drink
But in the cup, a poison he had poured
It eyes could see it stood upon the brink
But bowing her head, it took what he adored
It drank it down with dutiful accord
From him who was it judge and was her lord
With senselessness and ignorance so deep
He filled his life, a meaningless charade
And with a shot, a promise he would keep
He screamed aloud My life! Don't let me fade!
But it had always waited by his side
And with him, in that moment, it had died
The void had poisoned them and watched with pride
With its own breath, where nothing can abide
