Entropy

It was another grey stone winter. Menacing Queen Beira terrorized the countryside. We traveled the winding cobblestone way, the grey stone winter way. We believed in anything to get us through the murk, anything to overlook our disintegration. We sought patterns, convictions, decrees within the chaos until all our candles blew out. We believed in believing and we thought it worked, so it must have. When the Queen ended her wrath, we felt the warm balm of spring restoring our faith in life and order but the second law of thermodynamics was not reversible. Our animated order of life expended more energy, By delaying decay we paradoxically tended toward it, Like snakes, we shed our skins, transforming, reforming until death. The impressions lingering from our consciousness seek new venues, we know not the dimensions of these new spectral landscapes. Not created, not destroyed, our energy transcends only by the menacing queen.