2022~

Stephen XT
Dec 30, 2022

A ravening year, all
On a hunt, looking for
Peace and Prosperity, yet
Denying that they do not lay in isolation,
Dreaming they are from Pain, apart.
If one finds them alone, together,
In that stormy-clear, weirding weather,
There, surely is a clever devil’s art.
Say then, beg, “Come now fiend, give us
Your tricks and spells,
I’ll sooner sign forsaken pacts, than
Persist again and again,
In such a year’s suffering swells.”

© SXT 2022

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Stephen XT

I write stuff when something begs to me to write. The goal is to write ten-thousand things before I die. I tend to be morbid, reflective and personal.