Pool of Oblivion

A pool of whirling black oblivion
Swirling, spinning, never-ending
Existing beyond comprehension of men
Horizon starts and dark beginnings

Secrets, lies, deceits of history
Tales of magic, unsolved mysteries
Blend and mix within the abyss
Rise and fall with one dark kiss

Forces inevitably draw me closer
Closer, nearer, closer still —
Teetering on the edge I stand
Hardly breathing I gaze my fill

One strong wind and I fall over
Floating, descending, color of obsidian
Forever and always, nothing more —
A pool of whirling, black oblivion