Darkness settles in his being,
A mere non-mortal.
Madness defines his heart,
Nihilism his soul.
She sleepeth with eyes wide open,
He waketh with thorns in his throat.
They may meet,
Or they may both wither away.
This infinite yearning may claim both their lives,
One's from sorrow,
And one's from pride.
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Arcane Cosmos
PoetryEvery entity speaks. It speaks a language as old as time. All we need is a listening ear. A collection of short poems related to the mysteries of the universe. Come and hear the arcane whispers of the enigmatic cosmos. Book to be published soon. Onl...
