Dies Irae (Poem)

there among the stinking ruins

in fallen ash and drifting flame

you search for something lost

around you the Erinyes flicker in the air

hair like tangled wisps of smoke

their snakes’ hiss joining that of the fire

each grim visage darker than char

look up look up before too late

but it is too late, your thread already cut

not just cut, it burns it burns

you failed to pay attention

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