A.B. Jakobsen

Stifle thine hubris

There exists an abyss unbeknownst to most

Have you heard its call or seen its ghost? 

Should one claim mastery of the breathing beyond 

Outer horrors would govern to respond

 

How could one assert such conceit?

When they are tricked by its mercurial deceit

As he who claims himself most wise 

But dismayed when truth befalls his eyes

 

Watchers have seen only its wake

But retold of its horrible shape

And passed their jester crowns down

To let arrogance submerge town after town 

 

31/05/2022