A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Keeper
I am the keeper of minutes in-
An alliance of bones.
Forger of fate
A stage to perform a great dance
We are backstage, pulling the strings
But this is all there is
A performance of pantomime in an arena of silence, trying to pass on a secret message
-There is love in every thought
Chaos in every motion
And there is no place
For thoughts without form
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