Where No Light Hath Shone (But for That of the Moon)

Gazing down into the boundless abyss
from the edge of the world
staring into the stygian blackness
that exists between the stars
the bastalt gates of the underdark open
monstrous forms of untold horror
lumber forth from the lightless depths
the ancient unholy gods of whom men dare not dream
emerging from chasms choked with the bones of untold dead and countless unhallowed centuries
the unholy abominations arise
to devour all light
at the egde of the abyss I stand
staring into the black carrion pit
as the world dies
a black moon rises
heralding the end