In cosmic lanes, Auriga did run,
His charioteer's yoke, a noble sun,
But his own flesh and blood, his dear,
Plotted treachery, a cruel veer.
Trusting, he stood with open hand,
Yet the son, cold-hearted, plotted the betray full
land,
Tugging at the reins of deceit and their shared
fate,
A constellation's bond, demolished and frayed.
• Vil Dostoevsky
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 1:11 PM UTC
In cosmic lanes, Auriga did run,
His charioteer's yoke, a noble sun,
But his own flesh and blood, his dear,
Plotted treachery, a cruel veer.
Trusting, he stood with open hand,
Yet the son, cold-hearted, plotted the betray full
land,
Tugging at the reins of deceit and their shared
fate,
A constellation's bond, demolished and frayed.
• Vil Dostoevsky
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