Betwixt the Pallid and the Pain
There she lay no longer here but not there, Here we stand observing that it is not fair. Yet the universe remains impartial to us all, It cares not if she rises or a corpse does fall. The ruination of time is a path beset with pain, Even Houdini could not escape its insipid drain. Outrun it for longer ye certainly may attempt, The longer it takes, the greater your contempt. ...