The ballad of Eusapia

There once was a city, where people fled their cares.

All they ever wanted was to escape death’s gaze, so they’d cling onto life to keep it from being stolen.

Thus the dead began to dwell under the city they used to abode in.

Their cities needed the reflections of the past to have an order, the brothers clad in hood would match both their borders.

Dead lived like the living,

Then the living like the dead,

Soon no one could tell which was which and who was where.

Their realms now entwined like a fair maidens hair.

Even death itself couldn’t undo the foul souls that now rot the air.


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