Aug 25, 2017 · 1 min read
To the wildebeest of pain, the merciful were slain,
Creatures eyes wallowed, “Who’s life I’ve borrowed?”
Twist contentious fate, blue shadows do we debate,
None born just to hate, all birthed of a clean slate,
Judge, Jury, Magistrate, he’s she, incarcerate
Blood’s tears of crystalline, face to sky, supine.
My computer crashed on me as I was writing those last two lines, maybe, perhaps, a sign.
All is well that ends well H. Nemesis Nyx