Where’s thy eternal optimism,
Dear Elder?
Can my ancient alchemy,
Of Liquid Sunshine,
Or Black Tar Ichor Venom,
Save us from sorrow?
Trained by childish stories,
Fairy tales,
That such things as:
“Happily Ever After,”
Exist.
Know better now…
We’re alone in this.
Salvation was always a lie.
“Happily Ever After.”
