Path of Life


in the silent immensity of a dreaming horizon
our motherstar climbs with solemn grace
towards the glum and ashen sky.

still the wintry nightmare chuckles with glee
and claws greedily for the last embers in our hearts,
yet at the height of her insolent victory, she draws
ever so nearer to the hour of her demise.


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