When I was but one Trapped in this verse Clinging to the lowly In line with death's birth For the many I did bleed Never to be reverent for my deed Such an empty sacrifice of vanity...
Possibilitiesย ย extend well beyond reason Even magic cries out treason The knowing knew yet could not prove The feeling felt beyond itself The dreamer dreamt in waking hours Was not the heart the true source of power? A conjured thought manifest Such is god and nothing less...