Nameless

Love’s a cliché and death’s a plot device.

“I reject your reality, and substitute my own.” – Paul Bradford, the Dungeonmaster (1985)

A project born without a name
must come to a close all the same;
sometimes with aims that work befit,
or lies, for few men could admit
what none would have the heart to say:
We'll leave it for another day,
far from failure, but gone awry,
and here their scattered remains lie.
So enter, human, if you dare,
but if you value time beware ...