Wandering not after capricious auguries.
Shunning false beacons
Sanguine strands adorn dank subterranean tunnels
Realities falling like torrential rains.
In an eternal moment of tumult
Pooling at our feet and rising ominously.
Lingering threat of attenuation
Waning masters of nothingness gazing on oblivion
Now choking, reaching, grasping for anchorage in the tempest
Abandoned, marooned, forsaken in a realm of dying light.
Isolated are we in space and time
Malingering and plotting and demise, eroding and dilapidated.
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