Avenoir Stories

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.

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

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.*