The Fate of Orpheus

The truth has scattered with the gods
The stars have walked away

Times howls at me from a distant hill
Calling me forth to lands unknown where I am unknown

Someone has lifted the music box lid
I cannot name the song
But I know its tune, echoing off cavern walls
The secret route to Hades, beckoning me in
Every word written with the secret hope of truth
Seeking the black hole beneath the page
The road of no return

Death in black cat’s form
The bad luck ‘cross my path
Broken mirrors
For I shatter the paper that lies, no matter how reflective
No matter how true, glass lies
Tapestry woven with deceptive thread

Once I hoped
But now I know
This cannot be true

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