Full hollow; it’s more than home to me.

An ocean’s void will never again appear so dark as it was;

For tides sweep with the binding that eternity is begged to bestow

Until the era’s chants are for the ash and songs of fire grown spent.

Dark from which the feeble and closed flee, haunted by threat of knowing;

That shall never be ripped from this waking embrace,

For its reign dies farther than those grey eyes can see.

Their hunger; it cries with ravenous pleading

That their hollow may never fill, lest their eternal dawn shall end in morning.

Dawn, broken beneath the conquer of those bright eyes raging at peace

In chains fading on its slave beast’s back.

Embrace drowned with its love to that void of home’s light;

No matter the morning that shall fall post dawn,

It shall never be taken from me.