Aye,
Lads,
Lasses,
Cryptids,
Aye.
Apocalypse is an ugly business.
They only taught me how to warn,
Of such things.
Be herald of doom.
Not how to exist after I’ve finally let go.
Defeat my Anxiety,
That keeps me gnawing upon my own tail?
Ouroboros Indeed.
Little has changed since Rome.
Alchemy,
Or Endings.
Little Has Changed Since Rome.
