The cruelty of crisis crows fanciful fairy tales and foes
thy impulse! imaginary illusions improvised conclusions.
The dramatic deeds dreading detection in my reflections
familiar myths mask confusion my unfounded resolution.
My nemesis narrations, oracle distorting stable foundations
a poisonous plot, conspirators draw lots! delusional I’m not.
In awe of the beauty in this beast the callous clarity of the feast
within misery’s curse majesty flow, I only hear the cry of the crow