The Trickster

The Trickster elegy

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O life, O beautiful lie;

Blinding light, release me from your tight embrace,

For even the light deceives us, leads us of its own vices

Under the guise of splendour and the veil of grace.

I have broken down, and have been brought to my knees,

Yet while all the others continue to remain distorted,

I shall defy, and rise against

And care not, of what is inflicted unto me.

There is but one path that exists now,

And that is one for those who have an epiphanic view

As the wolves will realize what the sheep will not

And will embrace the darkness to avoid your deceit.

O bright vixen, your enticing eyes

Will not lead me astray.

For I am now changed, and no longer vulnerable

To your allure and charms.

And as the river flows,

And my bones become brittle, I can

But think of what awaits me, as the

Setting sun makes way for the night.

O death, O everlasting truth;

Take me to your humble domain, that I might

Become myself again.

For in the purest of air, I suffocate.

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