The Seer sat,
The Seer waited,
He always saw,
And never hated.
The Seer Saw,
He Understood:
There could be no "right",
No "wrong", no "good".
There was no soul there:
No pain, no fun.
The Seer waited,
To be undone.
It is this which I must learn to fear,
That I too might become . . . a spiteless seer.
Author notes
Stupid goth poetry.
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