A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Edge of Dream
It’s genetic
They say
The trials of birth leave a mark on
The mind of a child
Of ghostly origin tell me nothing
Of spirit imbued, leave it in the apocrypha
And if I’m too hasty to label myself existent
Tell the judges that I am what I am
Wonderfully and fearfully made
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