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An Age of Woe

I journey through the dark abyss,
Recalling things I’ll sorely miss.
There’s no escape for me ahead;
An age of woe greets me instead.

I journey through abandoned dreams,
Where matter is torn at the seams,
I thought by now I would be dead–
An age of woe greets me instead.

Can’t I let go of wrath and hate?
I curse the gods, I curse my fate…
I was prepared for wretched dread–
An age of woe greets me instead.

This kyrielle was inspired by Roger Zelazny. Or, more accurately, his fantasy series, The Chronicles of Amber. Those who read the fifth book will understand.

And of course, written for today’s Daily Post prompt — journey.

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