Истории Avenoir

A little challenge I've made for myself where I'll be making poems relating to the words found in the Dictionary Of Obscure Sorrows.

The Reaper ceases to be! I am Avenoir Of Fata Organa et Anemoia! Pleasure to meet you all! I am determined to start a new era of poetry as of my works. I hope you enjoy. *Avenoir. I never expected to be the person I am now, but damn. How exhausting.*

Determine the human capacity for thought, care, and inquiry. Is space really the final frontier? Or just an excuse to give us false hope?