The path, unlit, no footsteps to follow,
The sky, obscured, not a star left to guide,
Abyssal unknown, foresight has hollowed,
The future retreats, as providence slides,
The traction of hope has weakened and died,
The theater of life, vague and prosaic,
Feelings spent, now monochrome mosaics,
The hours are flayed from the sinews of time,
Bared souls sink in sands of the archaic.
In starved years, the body thins like a vine.

Wisdom weathers in the winds of despair,
Clarity blurs into grayed haze of ash,
All that was known has diffused into air,
All of Eos’ love the eons abash,
Faith ground into dust, time’s hard molars gnash,
Innocent wish met by callous riposte,
A heartless curse from an odious host,
She holds her one love, left with cruel choice,
She chooses to stay with a good man’s ghost,
‘Til all that’s left, is love’s undying voice.

I wrote this in the form of a double dizain. The tragic myth of Eos & Tithonus.