For as I Was Fearing It

Published on Thu, 24^th Apr 2025 at 01:15

by William Troup

For as I was fearing it, what's left was done, and my tenebrous staircase became unsung. So lost in fear, these ubiquitous fires are felt by beats, in this lonesome heart. For as I was fearing it, what came was one, and my irreligious steps became so young. So gently renewed, these adamant fires are fed my remains, as my soul departs...