Retrograde

Planets beguile
Turn back the Nile
Cripple embrace
Churn hate from space
Elude copaseticy
Phobos makes ready
Deimos plays steady
Prepared to reign
Over every game
Like a pall of raging fire
Let no mortal pretend
The vanquish has ended
For it comes again and again
For your soul but deeper
Down to the soles it creeps
Its way into your essence
Banging your brain
Like a door in a hurricane
You must never pretend
That it's over.
It's not.