A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Fear of Gods
There is only
Darkness, where I am
In a coffin I rest and I
Wait
For the flow of time to clot and curdle like
Agony in the face of those who seek progress, redemption
Blessed forgetfulness but
I am a ballerina walking on the edge of a knife between
The loss of everything and
The master of two worlds
Waking or sleeping
He holds us all in his hand
And It is, a dreadful thing to be in the hands of
A dead god.
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