A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Bow Before Him
Bring me back
I’ve been to places, seen things
Kingdoms in dust and disrepair
A white stag, nibbling on grave flowers
Cair-Paravel, Nation without end, empty and desolate, and I wonder
What lions do when they lose their pride
It is essential to wonder at the worst things
Spread your soul out like water splattered on a table of stone
So I can make a wish that you will
Bind me up
Keep my blood on the altar
There is no sense of rising without the momentum of
Falling down
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