Vision of the Absurd

What is this fell beast, whose image swarms within my head? An interloper, psychopomp, who gazes with the dead? Swarming visions of the dark, Shades advance through Asphodel, Silently shambling with minds dulled, no more secrets left to tell. What can we look for in the light of tainted stars? Looking for enlightened signs of blessed seminars when there is nothing in this darkened sky to love us. Gazing at the eternal cold expanse above us and realizing, once more, with awe and dread, the insignificance of everything that's bred. With existential certainty on the long road ashore, and nihilistic impulses screaming yet for more, the road we walk can seem an endless nightmare. but fear not, for fear has died die gently, having never cried see the world for what it was embrace the world for what it is Time and tide, shifting sands in the hourglass of time swift approaching that climactic final climb. Transcendental thoughts disorganize into the void that is eternity and find peace in the emptiness of our existence.