Eclipse of Sanity...

In ancient times, when Earth was yet a child,

A scholar roamed, his quest for knowledge wild.

He gazed upon the stars, those orbs so grand,

And wondered what lay far from this small land.

He summoned arts forbidden, dark, arcane,

To pry apart the cosmic mind’s domain.

One fateful night, his chants took on a form,

Unveiling truths that break the mortal norm.

“Deimos & Phobos,” he whispered low,

Names of Mars’ moons, embodying our woe.

Through them, he sought a path beyond the veil,

To grasp what even sages’ words would fail.

He sailed through space, an astral voyager,

Past suns and moons, a lonely wanderer.

The scales fell from his eyes, the truth laid bare:

A universe indifferent, without care.

He saw great entities, so vast and cold,

Their forms a horror, making young men old.

Eclipsed by their great shadow, he did find,

A growing darkness settling in his mind.

His soul now touched by that which can’t be known,

He realized he’d never more be flown.

Returned to Earth, but shattered, broke, undone,

Aware his fall to madness had begun.

He scribbled words, a manic, desperate scrawl,

“The universe, it doesn’t care at all.

Deimos & Phobos, they are but the key,

To open doors that lead to lunacy.”

As years rolled on, he vanished from all sight,

His name forgot, erased from history’s light.

Yet sometimes still, when night skies are exposed,

Some chant the dreaded names—Deimos & Phobos.