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Hubris

A blush will never befall the night.

By E.K. DanielsPublished 4 months ago โ€ข Updated 4 months ago โ€ข 1 min read
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Hubris
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Deals are done primordial,

Swaddled in the seeds of the Earth,

Scribed in the celestial and inked in blood.

Man's free will determines

while the fates string us along

for the ride upon time's winged chariot.

We carry the reins in our hands,

With the false belief we can reign in life

and redden the cheek of death.

Our hubris is humbled by the harpies' sharp winds blown.

A blush will never befall the night.

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

E.K. Daniels

Writer, watercolorist, and regular at the restaurant at the end of the universe. Twitter @inkladen

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  • test4 months ago

    ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’•

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  • Babs Iverson4 months ago

    Faabulous!!!

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