A Night That Ends, As All Nights End, When the Sun Rises
Skagos
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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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