The aching heart looks upon the tear stained sky.
Stars which shine with callousness scorn upon its wretchedness.
Aloof and filled with disdain,
they burnt with cold fire on an even colder night.
What is this greating meaning that I seek,
Would it be worth this weight which I keep?
With a limping canter and a tedious old banter,
helpless do I watch as Destiny ups the ante.
Flesh may decay and bones to dust,
A spirit that never wavers possess I must.
A deed I must do and fade away do I.
Away.


Eternity. The very notion of it, it scares me.