I don't even understand what I'm writing....................
I have known from the beginning that I, too shall pass,
though I am not surprise, did I have to leave so soon?
The Gods have spoken, it is over for me.
The barrens I must cross, all privilige you will have,
I will be the food for the dark so you can foster bright.
Stripped, I dressed you in silk so you are safe.
Perhaps this passing isn't so bitter at all, nowhere will be my solace, until then, I must endure.
© 2020 Psychely Keit Reyes