Alchemisland

Assisted suicide, wind-aided

Once elevated to lofty status, hooded Gods goat-gaited live as vagrants,

Knowing where the Aegis of Athena’s raiment is located.

All things have a sense of when their time ends

Entropy is the world’s utmost tendency. Pictures will long to flee frames

Left to rot weep as one whose heart a thrice-gartered lover keeps

Only as a place to keep safe an array of painful needles;

A flame however baneful is freedom to one already conceded.

The aged statues seemed to lean in, wanting to be faded

I suppose it is only right that they, our fatemakers, obey fate

I remember the great rood-decorated gate of Heaven breaking.

From distant threat unworthy of a wise person’s worry,

To tide we cannot hope to retract, we could but sue for terms,

Try currying favour with cagey Fire, which only can burn.

We cannot delay that which our lateness to cessations exacerbated.