Have you ever broken something
Just to create destruction?
I have, and after, when I had disposed of the remains,
When my hands were bloodied
And cut, raw, trembling,
I felt remorse for what I had done.
But no amount of sorrow could bring back what I had cast
Into the very depths of uselessness.
I had touched something I should never have,
And it wore me until I was threadbare.
Thus I learned not to seek power,
And to be gentle with that which surrounds me.