Held the jaws of
Chaos in the crater
Of my hands,
And thought, what of it?
Would I be seized
Rolling over into its entropy
Till I was terrible plain?
Or would I wait out
Its lack of face,
Recompense by shoe
The travails
That few can say
And all have known?
Fantastic!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!
LikeLiked by 1 person