The Home of My Triumphs

The Home of My Triumphs

Time
Deflowered each ivory page
I cleaved
With diligence and care

Where I once vanquished
All villains far ago
Is now ripe
For the terrible abyss

No thought could be spared
No words were treasured
No path
Was free of death’s wrath

They all must pass
Too soon in my eyes
To meet
Their tried and true end

To bask
In the coils
Of obscurity

Though never straying far
From my ever-loyal
Dreams

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