Complicated

The thirst is never-ending,

Forcing to dance by the alien rules,

and keen on the moon.

 

The Fates are condescending,

Asking to entertain various fools,

and end overly soon.

 

The bones are never mending,

Hating the premonitions and jewels,

and postponing the gloom.

 

The loneliness ascending,

Morphing into a cult. Mewls

and wraps soothingly.

 

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