The Engine

The engine.
Black smooth and ornate
Eons in its design.
Hell glows at its heart 
Gears grind, turning into the void; sublime. 
Darkness hunts, 
Something drums... 
Springs, Rings, Mechanical Parts.
Churn, Burn, turns...
They labor deep in the dark...
Onyx chrome sleek and full of mystery.
Eternal Engines deities.
Sparks fly, a roar deeply shakes...
The secret earth coil tightens.
Energy is loose...
Entangled minds, 
That ponder and aspire. 
Madness at matter.
All that is hidden 
All that's desired.
Deep; unmoved soul 
It waits and conspires.
Mysteries of the engines eons fold.
Dark, intricately carved by a divine hand.
A talented mechanical mind. 
Humans with nothing to hold
Secrets of infinities coil...
A hand bleeds bold.
Of things humming in the dark... 
With hell that is its heart 
Crimson and amber bright 
Aglow in the sacred night. 
Buried deep within oblivion eons-long 
Gears grind turning to the void, sublime. 
Casting visions into the cold…
Creation marches to the song 
Of spheres, as gods steer 
engines blaze.

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