Lifes a hell
An inferno
A pit
No escape
Past its struggles
your peace
fades
away
If only I had a key
to open this door
to open their minds
to belive
Beauty lost
In hollaring floods
lava drips
over my beauty
as she lays
charred and scorched
burned and decayed
my beauty is lost
once again

Triskle

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Mayan, in the year 302 AF.