Acherontia Lachesis (Death's-Head Hawk Moth)

These intricate markings form a pattern,
simple curvature and lines,
a grim, haunting shape,
where form and memory intertwines,
frozen in a way that won't disconnect.

Fates,
Λάχεσις,
lend me your ancient name,
adorn me with your timeless sigil,
that crowns this cloak of shame.

If I'm the only soul that sees this place,
perhaps,
it isn't actually there,
the walls,
they have no windows,
the foundation is bare,
far from anything and anyone,
but it's a stone's throw from the sea,
the perfect little sanctuary,
for an apparition like me.

I thought to reach out,
on a day like this,
a thought I quickly dismissed,
the kind of thought that makes no sense,
in someone that doesn't exist.