In the shadows, deep and cold,
A current stirs, a tale untold.
Dark Flow, the name it bears with dread,
A mysterious force that tugs the thread.

Beyond the stars, where voids reside,
In spaces vast, where secrets hide,
Dark Flow weaves its art,
Drawing souls from every part.

No warmth, no light, nor hope to find,
Just ceaseless pull of the enigmatic kind.
Through cosmic dreams , it slips and slides,
Unseen by mortal eyes, it abides.

No dawn or dusk, no time or place,
Dark Flow's journey through the cosmic space.
A river black, it gently wends,
Carrying souls to unknown ends.

Like shadows dance in pale moon's gaze,
Dark Flow's path, a mystical maze.
Its direction veiled, its purpose for sure,
Into the darkness, it will lure.

No promises of stars to guide,
No mercy shown on this cosmic tide.
The souls it claims, where do they go?
In dark embrace, they ebb and flow.

A cosmic ballet, a somber trance,
Dark Flow's, no mortal chance.
To fathom depths of its allure,
Within its grip, we are obscure.

So heed this warning, mortals dear,
If fate should beckon you to peer,
Into the depths of the unknown,
Beware the Dark Flow's silent at home.

For in its currents, darkness reigns,
Untouched by joy or gains.
In mystic dance, it carries on,
The enigma of the cosmic yawn.