I see a glassy grim visage.
This odd mirage
pursues me through the desert sands—
abandoned by both life and death.
No luck, no wealth,
no hope or joy is present here;
the King is fear.
The face still haunts me with its glare.
It hides the flare
of Helios’s cleansing rays.
The deathly gaze
won’t leave me till I find myself.
No one will help—
the path is mine alone to take,
the choice is mine
Haven’t written a poem with such a rhythm before. Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments!
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