[and none are eternal]
with closed eyes
i fall
through 9 realms
putting on and taking off
my masks
when i walk alone
i walk in
Asgard
i walk in the belief
of my power
i walk on
the Bifröst
a golden guardian
at the gate
the dark world
is blue and grey
all that is wrong
is blue
and black
but i can walk
on the dark world
i can walk on Svartalfheim
because i am golden
i am strong
i have weapons
but Asgard is not eternal
i am not
eternal
and if you look close enough
even weapons
forged of steel
are simply
energy and space
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 1:06 AM UTC
[and none are eternal]
with closed eyes
i fall
through 9 realms
putting on and taking off
my masks
when i walk alone
i walk in
Asgard
i walk in the belief
of my power
i walk on
the Bifröst
a golden guardian
at the gate
the dark world
is blue and grey
all that is wrong
is blue
and black
but i can walk
on the dark world
i can walk on Svartalfheim
because i am golden
i am strong
i have weapons
but Asgard is not eternal
i am not
eternal
and if you look close enough
even weapons
forged of steel
are simply
energy and space
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