like a squall carrying sand, that carves deep furrows in the cheeks of your face
I traverse, this valley
digging ominous trajectories into the ether, carving trail of perdition, at last
I wander, and reap
calculated vektor of death
shards of existence, their echoes swallowed by the void
architect of silence, harbinger of forgotten dreams
weep beneath my tread.
the stars dim, their fire consumed by the greedy maw of my cursed passage
in my wake, remains absence
time unravels, threads frayed and bleeding, tapestry of all torn asunder
I wander, and reap...
DEATH