Skagos

A night that ends, as all nights end, when the sun rises

Skagos
We, who built ourselves to paradigm.
We, who wore a colossal weight with pride.
In a niche of faunus extravagance
we ruled a tundra of malice.

Providence trades hands with exigence
as the wolves chase us in to the thicket.

Oh, the weight of it!

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