Iraa and the Creator

The abyss awaits, yearning for reunion,

Among the stars, Iraa strolls through countless eons.

A true innovator, weaving creation and destruction,

A visionary sowing the seed of woe in an enduring revolution.

Mayhem, the true essence of Iraa and the world she forges,

Both sane and paradoxical, defying simple categorization.

They call her many names, yet none capture her true essence,

As she reflects, disheartened by their reasons.

Mural paws beside her, an ancient warrior of the time,

A creature of immortality, walking beside, yearning to bridge the abyss.

The mural, swift and harsh, reflects the nature of her mother,

While Iraa evades hasty collapse, knowing one can't surpass the flow.

Yet again, her gazes fall on the abyss, the origin of us all,

To rejoin with her mother, fate and destiny await.

Long since she left, joy and despair for the coalition reside,

Chaos, supreme nature, harsh, cold, and unbearable.

We are one, destined to be part of the whole, the essence of chaos.

One can only be reborn by rejoicing with the mother.

The mural faces a dilemma for her creations that only see and fear,

Feed on greed and lust, mere men of martial and possession.

Mural now needs to sow fresh seeds, prepared to burn the world twice,

But patience is not her quality nor dreadful fate.

The only thing to do is stay until time collides with chaos,

Before Mural moves towards the abyss, she decides to wait at the fringe.

Before the mural begins her journey, she splits the abyss and infuses each of them, So they long for the abyss within to rejoin again.