04-30-2025, 06:34 AM
Mara
It comes to this.
I stand at the unmoving axis.
The Hermit returns,
shaking his lantern out of habit.
The heat of the male lion
burns in my loins,
grasping, the worms
seek for death.
A shroud over the wheel
makes a ghost appear
where shadows are,
assuming hope.
I come to this.
It stands as the unmoving axis.
The Dweller rescinds,
staking fresh expansion from boredom.
It comes to this.
I stand at the unmoving axis.
The Hermit returns,
shaking his lantern out of habit.
The heat of the male lion
burns in my loins,
grasping, the worms
seek for death.
A shroud over the wheel
makes a ghost appear
where shadows are,
assuming hope.
I come to this.
It stands as the unmoving axis.
The Dweller rescinds,
staking fresh expansion from boredom.