Waiting for an omen
Disillusioned by my fate
Seeking magic numbers
With no outcome
Forgetting to have faith in mortals
I was resolute in carving my book of ignominious names
Not forgetting luck
Not forgiving
I remembered one by one their shameful name
The puppet theatre had ended
Without drapes
Without pretense
Their game was over
Surrounded by a deserted and sombre landscape
I contemplated the sense of life and death
In the attendance of shadows and memories
Silver and dark clouds arrived suddenly
As unexpected guests
Having forgotten me
The stars hovered over the darkness of the night
I cried in desolation and meditated on my own misery
At that very particular moment, I knew I was born to perish
I was just an ephemeral creature deprived of those fate gifts granted to everyone but me
Softly, the enchanting spell of a midnight hymn hypnotised me
Falling into a deep slumber from which I never again awoke
Indeed, I became the property of the Hades
The realm of eternal torment
And there, I didn’t need any waiting
I didn’t wait for anything
Waiting for an omen was just a faded memory
In a kingdom where no expectation was allowed to exist.
Lisa
