Mad Ash King floats…
and I slide on.
DO NOT STOP.
enter.
No fortune will influence
Time’s limits on man.
A Monarch too powerful to defy,
Death renders all to it’s shallow, dark, RETREAT.
Impossible to combat,
Equal in it’s selection.
bitter truth… Existence.
Severe and brief.
Encroaching unquestionably.
As
I
Resist.