Nemesis

On Saturday, at half past three,
I met a sort of nemesis;
A place I should have never gone,
A view as from a precipice

On Saturday, at half past three,
She turned beside the filtered glass,
And I could see my history
Before it ever came
To pass

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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