Deep Things out of Darkness

Between magma embracing the earth's core,
Between the very bottom of the ocean,
there is a space.

In this space, water meets.
One wave freezing,
One wave burning.
they coalesce into tropical warmth.
That is where it sleeps.

These dark, deep depths
exist in a place with no light.
Nothing can penetrate
the sanctity of the place.
It is, in its way, a womb.

While sleep is the most
-comprehensible? apt? easiest?-
term in which to describe it,
this has always been its state of being.

Though the darkness is indeed impenetrable,
if one could see,
they would observe a dusky gray orb;
a massive object with the outer consistency of a rock.
But it is not a rock.
Has never been a rock.

Within this womb,
within this egg,
it sleeps.

When the time comes and the sun blinks out of existence,
and the core of the earth trembles as it strains
towards catastrophic explosion,
The egg will slowly hatch.
The womb will be breached.

And it will awaken.
And it will feast.