A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Partners in Mystery
I partake in the harvest. Reaping my reward
A place among the stars
A seat with the karmic masters
Called to drag rugged scoundrels to account for their
Soft offenses, cushioned by darkness and shielded by mystery
-There is a hand to hold, wherever you are standing
A God to pray to, even if you don’t know his proper name
And I’m always here, standing in your shadow, keeping you trapped
Linked by the chain of hope
Pieces of the same broken dream
Grim specters. Eternal friends.
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Almost called this one “Wound Tale” but decided on “Partners in Mystery”.
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