Haiku #Five

He strove to be one

While the world withered at his feet

Then time was no longer

Held in a world beyond

The gates of hell served no one

A door is a door

Open the hand that feeds

Give it power and see it bleed

Reflections of once what was

My focus is never mine

Sprawled before me my mirror was lost

Spin the bottle and see

Play within the winter sun

Feed the self as we are done

Setting on the ending black

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