The Well that connects everything

Allegory of ignorance and darkness, the well represents the beginning of every human's path to knowledge

And here we stare altogether
Upon the well of Atha, the Skyfather
Ageless, standing as it ever was
As if, for it, time never passed

Rumored to be dark and bottomless
The well corrupts all the purposeless
Many would say Unknown fate awaits
Some even say it would break all our faith

But none of them matters to our young Master of Invocation
For all myths hold nothing but misinterpretation
All mental depravity, illusion, or even the split image of his downfall
Be it spectre, demon or beasts, he encountered them all

Still, there he was, as he clings
Sweating, poking to his unending heartbeat
Staring on the blackest of the black things
Petrified, paralyzed, he worried about all
the Myths

Any wise-kin shall undid their knowings
And all the living shall abandon their belongings
All the mighty become dull and unworthy
And thou lovers shall be trapped in solitary

So, the wise one, wavered as he is
Remembered the last of his bliss, tears
Calming his storming thoughts, seeking for peace
And bump! He joined the oblivious depth of the abyss!

Author's Note

I expect any comment regarding this poem, and no trashtalking. There will be more to the epoch of nyv that i'm developing