The Aeon Waits

[…] But demonoid spoke otherwise, saying it was time for new stories, not old / Demonoid spake thus: / “In swathes of eternal peace we sleep until we are ready / The gloaming takes on no characteristics of the dawn / The Aeon waits with bodies for us to be recreated, for we were never born / All down the aisles of eternity like a supermarket / We grow in certainty until it is time / It was ever thus and so, and shall be, despite contradiction / But see end user license agreement and mortgage terms […]