You may think that it is too late
as we fade into the night,
but out of sight,
we can be one with the Light.
Me, with all my might,
everything seems right
in the world,
Damocles's sword
is no longer hanging
above.
In the alcove,
outside the grove,
the Old Gods' magic
erasing the tragic
fate, as we forget that is not too late
to fade into the night
with a smile.
Fire, come with me!
Let me be
myself,
once more!
Those were my thoughts
as I went out of the door
starting my trip to the core
or the soul.
I got my bowl,
my lighter, I am a fighter,
fighting to achieve
perfection.
The exception
of the rule, the role
of the master
of the labyrinth,
like chocolate and mint,
is to mean something,
anything, except
the fact that
from the moment we are born
we are torn, and we cannot
understand
why we are lost,
why we are here,
hear the plane
where all the hopes
come true.
Me and you.
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