What I learned to fear at an early age

There is no sickle’s compass, no place for

you to hide, there is simply the truth now:

Death is not what I fear, I must admit,

for what I fear is far worse a fate than

the oblivion that may await for

you and I. For in the face of certain

doom I still shiver and quake for I know,

that if all the world and things we believe

to know were put into the sky, singled

out, they would be nothing more than a fly.

The truly terrifying part within

the fact, we know not which way points due North.