The Constant

The coils of it secure themselves
around everything; it is not a
material object, but an earnest
desire; an antithesis for life, a
selfish beast hoarding its food.
Circling, Cycling, Watching, Waiting.

Man people realize not, life is
unique. "I will never be forgotten!"...
and passes into the void. However, the
improvident and the insecure see
fit to try and defeat it; but ea,
they fail. The small taste of relief,
drives those of avarice to wretched points.
Those who embrace the constant are
heretics.

In the lands of great frivolity,
in a world of untamed famine for
lust, power, fame.
In a place of ethereal desires.

A constant exists.