Make of nothing

Eyes hover over the brink; on the threshold;
There at the end; the chapter passes by
From present to past
As the mind seeks another sequence
The chance is lost ... as the events seem to hinder
The story line not travelling the course required.

Angelic forces turn a deaf ear
One within the fold; trapped inside self delusion
Captured in a cocoon of its own folly
Its own healing forces retrograde
The reflected cures burning deep into the resolve
What was sent forth to aid and create
Now only destroys ...

And the mystic on the shore
Beyond the ocean
Realises it intrepeted the chapter all wrong
Unable now to return
For the ocean has now been dissolved
Its reality of a previous chapter
Those lines now discarded; the page turned to dust

All now just wasted time
All the effort; all the enthusiasm
All the light; all the caring
It has led the mystic to this imprisonment
There is can be no escape
There will be no return
Its skills and arts muted and barren
Its failure haunting it
The negative powers devourers of its resolve
All that remains is the end of time
And the eventual exit from the game.