Not alive, nor dead, nor both,
I shun the light,
of Sartre’s ghost.
Fate is just
an odd repose,
that beckons me,
to sanguine hopes.
The recompense is shallow though,
as the pendulum
swings back and forth.
The seconds pass,
with no remorse,
as the fall from grace,
takes its course. – Sinz
But, as the fall from grace takes its course, so does the opportunity
for sublime recompense actuate in the tortured souls of heroes
struggling to reach the realms of hope and justice. – Esinz