You are always hungry, for you are never satisfied, gluttony.
You exist where there is chaos, for that is your realm.
Ruling the soul of another, drained of essance.
Puzzling, even for the cutter of the pieces.
For one soul trimmed for placement, unification,
A whole, perpose, eternity.
Cut oneself too diminutive size of inadequacy.
Never the destiny of the puzzle itself.
Temporary is the time at the table.
Only to be played again in turn by another in at a future moment in existence Or again by the same by chance of life itself.
© Raven Siyeh Maitland