A Voyage Ill Sought

Out are the lights—out all! Over each quivering form, The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm, While the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy, “Man,” And its hero, the Conqueror Worm The Conquering worm! Through the mist I sailed the stormy seas, Prophecies, elusive as the breeze. Compass lost, no stars to light my way, The night is long, and shadows overstay. Voyage ill sought Mountains high, I climbed with bleeding hands, Summit reached, all desolate lands. Lost in the valleys of despair and grief, Seeking solace in a false belief. Voyage ill sought Illusions broken, like glass upon the floor, Bonds once held tight, now forever torn. Eyes once bright, now weary and fraught, Left handed path, a voyage ill sought. Waves crash down Pull me apart Devoured Please just give me another day Annihilation Silence deafens, I drift away. Annihilation All that once was, becomes decay Annihilation