I want life to be unchanging,
I want to accurately refer to it as my amaranthine companion.
I am aware that i'd be coronating a royal of dullness, but I would also have annihilated the wretched ghoul of tragedy.

This would of course empty the afterlife,
All graves would be vacant.
Earth will be heavily burdened. I am now afraid of the great purge.
I do not know what to wish for.

I am one to prosper in darkness, yet I also thirst to bask in light. My heart loves both.
I cannot be the one to change what is already fixed, I do not wish to alter what has already been written centuries past.
*I only ramble in an abyss of what if I could?