The Hunger

Remnant pieces in desert dunes,

Begging for banishing banquet boons,

The hunger and the dusk of wanting,

Declinate desires in waning moons,

The vapours of a day left hunting.

The road to hell so flat and paved,

Chasing the sun as a shadow slaved,

Refuse the life postponed and wasted,

The sweetest scents of night depraved,

Bowed before the blood now tasted.

Memory fruits the nascent jewel,

Drag your dream behind the mule,

Splendid labours lost to fate,

Your trusty stead devoured as gruel,

But the time to eat has come too late.

Eat your mind then mourn your dead,

Then fall in love with death instead,

Trade evergreens for withering figs,

Grown fat these crops asleep in bed,

Just prey, these prideful penned-in pigs.

Both gods above and below deceive,

Now bury the seed of his reprieve,

Beyond the reach of one lifespan,

For the fruit of life, I can receive,

Devoured, the soul of wit from man.

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