A Bitter Fruition - Hatchling

Fairest dusk, your grim onset

Does curve the lips upward and

Lift my head Eastern in direction

I yearn to bask in the pale light of

Your silver, spherical nucleus once again

Delve into my nature

All loathing

Speak my name

The wind chills and in a way comforts me

Knowing there are things colder than I

A plethora of bitterness, I am

The fulcrum which maintains the balance of

All things now disputable within

The bacterial body I uphold

A plethora of bitterness, I am

The fulcrum which maintains the balance of

All things once disputable within

All celestial bodies

My marks upon this world are miniscule

And insignificant

And yet I persist with the utmost dilligence

And as these beads of rain trickle down my face

I know soon I will lie beneath the ground I tread

A plethora of bitterness, I am

The fulcrum which maintains the balance of

All things now disputable within

The bacterial body I uphold

A plethora of bitterness, I am

The fulcrum which maintains the balance of

All things once disputable within

All celestial bodies

From a breath to inanimation

Flourishing to an abrupt dissipation

A life of effort sans merit

Such is a bitter fruition

The wind chills and in a way comforts me

Knowing there are things colder than I

A plethora of bitterness, I am

The fulcrum which maintains the balance of

All things now disputable within

The bacterial body I uphold

A plethora of bitterness, I am

The fulcrum which maintains the balance of

All things once disputable within

All celestial bodies