The Omega


In came the creeping overcast
That covered a once starlit sky,
And let naught through
But the gleam of the moon.

A soft, silver veil
Shrouding the weary wanderer,
Who trudged amidst a looming darkness
With rhythmic footfalls,
Gentle, but heavy at the sole,
Like a burden carried.

An omega in this world,
Abandoned, forbidden by the heart
To ever find solace in an embrace,
Or ever to find true grace.

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