Youth teases me with her golden strands of light,
The flickering glow behind my eyes.
Is it dimming or am I?
A silver coin slowly sinking in dark water.
Evanescent memories of who I was
Lay crumpled and twisted on the floor,
Like the moulting skin of a serpent’s metamorphosis.
Too quick to the chase am I.
Let’s play a game and I will let you win.
Gunning down my dreams for yours,
I disillusion the world.
But who has the last laugh you ask?
The carpet pulled from beneath your feet.
This satire ended in tragedy.
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