WE ARE TETHERED

WE ARE TETHERED

Now location dissolves.
No nadir exists for these,
my kin, birthed from my essence.

We carve beds within charnel houses,
upon coffins draped in
snow.

Crowns of barbarity
adorn their heads—a gaudy
display that masks the
unease.

The reward, though scanty,
holds a slight appeal, yet the path
remains covered in mist.

We are tethered to a zone,
restless and forever
on the precipice of the unknown.