The Nameless God

O you weak and foolish mortal, you must listen now to me.
Although I have no name, afar, oft times you saw my face.
I am the image that was graven, before your heart grew cold.
And I am the one you dreamed of, before you grew too old.

I know other Gods beguile you, though all ask a hidden fee.
Some offer gold, some myrrh and some will sell eternity.
But I shall give you nothing and then will rob you of your rest.
And though it does not please you, you will choose my emptiness.

No, I am not the God of this world, or of the one to come.
And though heart and soul are weary, you know you have no choice.
For I am the God of what should have been, of dreams that cannot be.
So now come, O weary mortal, come. Come and worship me.