A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Future Incarnation
Heroes serve and heroes save but you said
“I don’t owe anything to anyone.” shrugging with effortless swagger as you
Left the room to put out candles with the tips of your fingers
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And there are places to go, far outside the boundaries of love and family
Glaciers, mountains and volcanoes to climb
(and who says that heroes need to be kind?)
Desperate times call for desperate people
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One hundred destinies
One hundred legs
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A new life for each flip of your hair
A rebirth each time you stretch and yawn
You could be anyone, anywhere across the universe but
You decided to be here, beside me, squeezing my hand so tight
It starts to bleed.
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And you could manifest your desire to have or take whatever you want
But you are
Crying on my shoulder
As I sit on the floor telling you tomorrow is not a curse.
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