The end of all things
Slipping into a dark melancholy
Never to arise
Forgot
The omega
An endless sleep, forever ceased
Nay, a gateway?
Just another step on the long winding road
The Abbot promises flowery fields
That or the lakes of Lucifer
What is real
My shoulders get heavier
I have walked this path
I look back and see how high
Like a stack of cards
Destined to fall
A fall into disgrace and painful spite
The water runs out Mrs Dalton
Look, the black baccara begins to wilt
Is it kindness or cruelty
To cut it y the base and capture it
Capture it in its vividness in a glycerin flask
Or watch it whither away in thirst into nothingness
What is humanity
What sets us from mere animals
It is kindness or cruelty
What the Abbot says scares me
But the scholars say it is not real
Albeit they seem like shallow creatures
Immersed in narcissism rather than wisdom
I have to decide soon
What to do with my black baccara
Fiddes von Lohinvar
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