The Abyss Remembers

Prompt

# BEFORE THE FIRST DAWN *A Divine Song of Thalmyrissa, the First Radiance of the Abyss* [INTRO — Soft, haunting, almost a lullaby] Oh, little gods of mountain stone, You speak of ages you have known. Of crowns bestowed and thrones acquired, Of ancient blood and flames that died. But tell me, children of the skies… Have you seen darkness close its eyes? Have you heard the silence sing, Before the world had birthed a king? [VERSE 1 — Playful, taunting] You count your years in wars you've won, In kingdoms claimed beneath the sun. You name your fathers, name your birth, As though your blood invented Earth. You speak of Nyx with reverent fear, Then turn to me and sneer, "You're here?" How very sweet. How very bold. How young you are, for gods so old. Tell me, Poseidon, lord of tides, What lies beneath the waves you ride? Tell me, Zeus, whose thunder reigns, What stirs below your storm-torn plains? You rule the heights. You claim the skies. But I was old before your rise. And when your lightning first took flame… The deep was dark. The deep knew my name. [PRE-CHORUS — Music begins to swell] You ask for proof? You ask for time? You want a date, a name, a line? Then listen close, you thrones of gold— Some truths were never yours to hold. [CHORUS — Powerful, theatrical] I WAS THERE BEFORE THE FIRST DAWN! Before the stars were set upon! Before the heavens learned to burn, Before the wheel of time could turn! I AM THE LIGHT THAT DARKNESS BORE! The ancient pulse beneath the floor! You call me young? Then tell me why… Your oldest seas still know my sigh! Ohhh, beneath, beneath, beneath… Where no immortal dares to see… The world may change, the heavens fall— THE ABYSS REMEMBERS ALL! [VERSE 2 — Dangerous, playful confidence] You think that age is something worn, A crown inherited, a title sworn? You think that being ancient means You stood beside the oldest queens? I need no throne to prove my years. I need no worship, praise, or fears. The deepest dark has been my home Since time itself had yet to roam. Look at the pearls upon my crown. Each holds a world the sea pulled down. Each holds a secret, sealed and deep, From ages you have never seen. And every light upon my skin Has burned since time did not begin— Or so your little minds would say. How can you measure what predates the day? [BRIDGE — Music falls almost completely silent] Perhaps you think that Nyx and I Were born beneath the same dark sky. Perhaps you think I speak in lies To steal a place among your kind. Go ask the Night what came before. Go ask the dark beyond her door. And if she tells you I am young… Then I shall ask what makes her tongue So hesitant to speak my name. So quick to hide what came before. Because she knows. And you do not. [OUTRO — Quiet, chilling, almost tender] Now, little gods… Do you believe? Or shall I show you what sleeps beneath? The ABYSS REMEMBERS. And it remembers you.