Ariadne from Rituals by Everson Poe

An endless cycle
An endless knot
An endless labyrinth
Which path will lead to rot?

A broken chain
A broken line
O, time, we hold divine
The prophecy
The chosen few
The cycle starts anew

O, weary traveler
So scarred with time
You wage the battle
This is your design

A broken chain
A broken line
O, time, we hold divine
The prophecy
The chosen few
The cycle starts anew

You made us all believe
Our destruction is the devil’s desire
But you are the architect
Of time’s end

Forged by pain
Desire your compass
All your secrets
No longer concealed

Ariadne spins her web
Blood imbued in every thread
Only she can see the center
Only she can stop the spread

Sic mundus creatus est

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