foretelling more

I’m going to write of what will be
When we’ll have told our tales
When with our guilt we’ll have made peace
And let righteousness prevail

All things good, shiny and bright
Will tarnish in the void of night
And what you thought would be enough
Will leave you starving at the trough

And when the days will seem to flow
Their edges softened in the glow
You’ll see that space bereft of will
That only I could ever fill.

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