22 december 2019
What Was Left
A veiled threat,
a muffled cry. It was not human.
No beast, no monster
yet unhuman.
The feel of wolf's
lair, was there in dark.
Anything would happen.
You wanted to become
a self-proclaimed divine Being.
Yet, you were not a god.
A black pit opens. Do not shout.
The clogged artery had bursted.
I give you back your city
you can scale the high wall
and jump into eternity.
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