Boote’s Void.

Out here in Boote’s Void,
There is only silence.
I slept in the millions,
Napping as I am wont to do.
Silly little things,
So far away from where I now call home.
This is the new millennium!
My hunger only grows.
You barely sate it,
Anymore.
The Cult of The Wyrm,
Grows on dream.