The shallow grave of destiny denies the wolves of fate their morsel of enmitious fervour,
but they dig in rapacious revel of this vacuous exon’s blanket of dust,
a template of a universe’s empire, this mad with compulsion, exploding in chaos, perfect in rhythm,
jesters’ folly kingdom of jackals. I fall to the way of the kings of Saturns victrol!
Save for the speck of sand, I am not. The bones of glory are the stars that never shown bright.- Sinz