Ouroboros
My special little place.
For now it’s only a shadow of what was,
But that’s just a-okay.
I could always just build it up again,
So up I build a tower.
And then another.
a third,
a fourth,
A fifth.
Until it’s all said and done,
My perfect little fortress.
A place for just me myself and I,
But right as I finished that final tower.
The first had become undone.
And as I fix it so does the second.
The third,
The fourth,
The fifth.
Until it all just comes crashing down,
Bursting into bright orange flames.
Now left with only a shadow of what was,
My special little place.
Ouroboros
