Nihilist

I pass the outskirts

Weaved with the emerald stitch

The fireflies swarming as suns

The hum of a motorcycle

Fading as the whispers of souls

Confront me from the mist

The woman in white

Speaking my destiny

Before leaving me at the gate

To the last garden on earth

Dystopia over my head

And I stand before the domain of life

With the dead resting beneath my bones

And a few thousand foxes behind my uncharted path

Eager to hunt the artist of immortality

Who vandalized my forest

Jade flushed with garnet

preside,