Truly Nothing

[kirr]

Riding metaphoric moonbeams
I will descend upon all ye guilty

of cruelty, forgetfulness and Love
but of these
the once upon Lovers
I will chastise and torture
in the most rewarding of ways

I once was... so many, so much
But now I read underneath lines
long written to each long one me

I still have hopes and dreams and hunger
but of these
Hunger is foremost and allied with Furies

and there will never be any rest
for me, past selves or anyone
once I thought myself blessed
now we are merely gone

decay, decay,
sweetest decay,
I shall make you my deity
and have little shrines
in your honour
underneath all the lines
in past and future letters

and shall worship my betters forever
never

That is true Wisdom come too late
That is our own doing not Fate