Shoulder to shoulder,
We walk through the halls that have become our own
Kingdom in a world not our home.
It’s funny how that works,
How we’ve become nearer to what we want of the other
But the same distance has not truly been crossed here in this place
Where we were forced to grow up again.
To say that we are closer to our goals,
To the unfinished wants of those places which exist beyond these stars,
May be a lie, but I’d like to think
That maybe there is a sliver of truth in those dreams
Which we have managed to share in our passing.
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 9:31 PM UTC
Shoulder to shoulder,
We walk through the halls that have become our own
Kingdom in a world not our home.
It’s funny how that works,
How we’ve become nearer to what we want of the other
But the same distance has not truly been crossed here in this place
Where we were forced to grow up again.
To say that we are closer to our goals,
To the unfinished wants of those places which exist beyond these stars,
May be a lie, but I’d like to think
That maybe there is a sliver of truth in those dreams
Which we have managed to share in our passing.
Storywise, this is sort of the sequel to An Interdimensional Ally.
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