The Song of Madness

napowrimo day 25

Verse I.

Here are the echoes of the past that come to drive you mad

With love, and want, turn you into the follower of Ishtar

You devote your life to seeking pleasures

Of the mind, and torture, never to regain control

Over the twitching of your hands.

Breathe in, once, and remember that your sword hand

Never rests, nor will be dry ever again.