Fade

In future times there may be void.

When, now, a barrier is placed, perhaps a hole can find.
No past within the hidden soul.
No Then to taint the Now.

Such taint, withheld, defeats the pure.
Or possibly inverse.
Without the proper antigen, no defense is secure.

And, slowly, I've come to realize
The poison spreads through me.
When lost beside, Transcend the Bright.
The time remaining is cut short
Perhaps with work it can be restored.
For an empty price, none may seek here.
Let a Secret, found, take the answer outward.

Truth must fight the dark.
As I strain, I proceed to a wall.
And, once again, I meet a foe.
Known as Blank, it closes in.

In future times there may be void.

Hope of the fallen can possibly redeem.
So shall it pass.

Hunt

Speak unto me, O Empty Void.
Let the skies ring.
Lessening darkness will meet with the Full.

I step forward, towards the Opposite.
The taint of me burns back.
I look and find that it has grown.
And I am Less complete.

As once before,
As once again,
There's nothing left to pass.
I Travel into the great tower.
Up to the top I gaze.

And so I find myself above the All.
The one Without is found Within.
I am across the great bell.

When I Begin to come ahead, a change.
Small movement twisting through the Real, a shift.
And when the sense returns, a way away.

I must return, as It must know.
This difficulty has been placed.
But I shall overcome.

Let all of I comprehend.
Let those in the darkness quake.
Let it be known throughout the land.
Let the Hunt begin.