The Nothingness

Cheated in her snatch

All blood covered and formed

Oh me

What has transgressed

Allowing such fitful

Brazen

Consequence

And what of me

Of Neptune

Naivety

Where hath she run

Are we to ask of her no questions

Tell to her only lies

Is she to keenly live

In this swamp of sadness

Disembodied

Unconscious

Enchanted

Or is her spirit not so fearless

And her dreams not so

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