Hordes of darkness, riders of decay, and an occasion of tyrants
They laughed at the breaking of the worldAs hordes of darkness and riders of decayClung to the symbols of glory and well-fortuneAnd the mongerers of tales...
Poetry
Soul of a poet, heart of a recluse, and a world that understood neither
The weight of the stars, he called it, that elusive, ineffable thought that burdened him so. Eccentric, they called him in turn, dismissing that unorthodox shell of self-conscious inelegance as another man, who, just isn’t quite right in the head.
- September 5, 2023
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