A chaotic whirlpool was I in.
A peaceful nightmare marks my fate,
no heart trembles nor awakes.
Is this a sign of my deadly sin?
A nocturnal day I rose to,
intermittently conscious and
perplexed, with all of my doubts,
Pondering upon the temporal sprouts.
A mere apocalypse had being there,
Barely I recall the myriad of lairs;
but, that grave meteorite ceased
– a hungry raven, death was appeased.
I saw Saturn where the moon was,
summoning fears into our souls,
yet no laws of nature shall for us pause,
the end is but another cause.
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To thyself be true my friend