In our time, amidst the turmoil of our hearts,
a symphony of screams, moans, and chants,
resounds with the claim that life and love are one.
Yet lurking within the fabric of time,
an insidious force preys upon the good,
leaving nothing but the kiss of death.
Even our closest allies can become shades,
reaching out with skeletal hands,
intent on pulling us into the abyss.
Thus, I beseech the divine for strength,
pleading for survival and continued life,
praying to the endless twilight for salvation.
I’ve strung ropes from tower to tower,
festooned panes with garlands, and draped
golden chains from star to star, all while dancing.
Now unshackled, I can die alone,
or perhaps find someone to share a meal,
for in the end, it’s all up to us.
:: 03.10.2023 ::