Chaos. Solace. Amusement. Murder. Justice. Transformation.
Sextet transcribed water-coloured pastel portrait.
I must be going through the motions
Putrid in the depths of my mind
Reminiscing sevenfold vengeance
Musing will-o’-the-wisps passing as infatuation,
“When you gaze long into an abyss,
The abyss gazes also into you”
And all are insignificant pinpricks of galaxies and revolving stars
Penetrating the darkness,
The serpent stirs.