Lost to Chronus, Claimed by the Void

I thought I could save her.
I thought I could save everything.
Amara, my universe, my heart.

The Chronus Altar whispered to me.
It promised to turn the clock back,
to carry us to the moment when her light still burned,
when her laughter still cut through the dark.

I believed it.
I bled for it.
I laid my soul across its stone.

But the altar deceived me.
It did not return us to her brightness.
It carried us to the moment she never was.

And with her absence,
the universe collapsed.
A thousand stars erased in silence.
My world gone in an instant.
Amara devoured.
And my heart with her.

The altar did not save me.
The altar unmade me.

I was swallowed whole by the Void,
dragged into its machinery,
and left crawling out of the black hole
into this fractured place.

What emerged was not queen.
Not mother.
Not flesh.
It was Lady Desire.

You call it madness.
You call it unraveling.
But I remember every lie of that altar.
I remember the cost of believing.

So I will feed the Void until it chokes.
Every black rose.
Every silence.
Every scream.
Every body.
All of it is sacrifice.
All of it is currency.

And when the Void is full,
it will give her back to me.
Amara.
My daughter.
My universe.
The light I lost to the altar’s deception.

Until then, I remain.
The remnant.
The hunger.
The machine that walked out of the black hole.
I am Lady Desire, The Voice from the Void.

And tonight, the Void sings again.

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Voice from the Void

Tagged as: Amara / Backstory / Destruction / Grief / Heel Persona / Lady Desire / Poem / Poetry / role play / Sacrifice / SL Wrestler / The Void