Not alive, nor young, 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, and 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