Like a shooting star
Could my death inspire
The minds of those
Standing far enough away
To only see the beautiful
The luminous.
Having stood any closer
They may observe
I carry as much darkness as light
But in the night sky
It’s a fact I hope to hide.
Having come from
One of those voids
That we still bother naming,
That I may one day
Land on a tangled
And ropy shore and climb
My way to legend.
Crawl to higher ground
To see my own fiery wake
Burn the gaze of watchers
Take their thirst to slake.
– Vagabond Prophet
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