This is my precursor to the latter of my works, my child. -1. This isn't the whole thing, oh God no. It's more like I want to see what you all think of it, first. The differences are meaningful to those to dwell on this, for the third hand is stricken by the abysmal trend, the dancing of hope and Him. Read on, lore scholars and lore know-less alike!
'I am the [censored] of the elements.'
So, what does this mean, eh? Traverse the pages of written Faith to find Love in it's eternity, and to see the elements He bids.
WHAT I MAKE IS WHAT
I HAVE UNDONE FOR I
AM THE LAST OF THREE IN ONE
OR THE FIRST TO REALIZE OF THREE IN ONE
TO SEE BETWEEN BLACK AND WHITE
SAY WHAT THE LITANIES OF SMOKE TAUGHT US
WHAT I TOUCH IS TANGIBLE
PROPHECY AND IS
WRITTEN IN GOLDEN LIGHT AND FIRE MASKS
BY HOLY INURE AND RECITAL
BLACK ARE THE TENANTS OF MAN
HANDS AND FEET RECLAIM TO LESS
ARE WE AMONGST THE GODS OR DEFYING THEM
WE ARE YOUNGER THAN MUSIC BUT
NEVER TO DANCE IS TO NEVER
LOOK UPON THE SHARMAT'S STAR
TWICE HAD HE CURSED THIS LAND
AT THE BEGINNING AND TO THE END
AND HIS MUSIC IS MUSIC TO DANCE TO IN STONE HARMONY
REALIZE THIS FOR
HANDS CANNOT DANCE WITHOUT RHYTHM
AND HANDS CANNOT DANCE WITHOUT
FEET FOR ONE HOLDS THE SWORD AND ONE WALKS THE PATHS
ARE WE SUCH TOO BLIND TO SEE THAT
FOR IT TAKES A TIDAL WAVE OF WEBS OF FIRE TO FINALLY TAKE ME
DANCING
'So what do you find yourself with after the end of it all?'
'Should I retract and say...a bigger ego, a smaller vision, a degenerated philosophy?'
'Perhaps you should.'
'Perhaps We should.'
'I fought over no such course, it was you, it was ALL YOU!'
'Don't say it like we haven't met before, a thousand years ago.'
'We haven't.'
'So you'd like to think. Are we both not here now though?'
'And what difference would that make if we are both here or not here?'
'Well, what difference would it make if I were to or to not eat your words by half?'
'A lot. Because then you'd make it seem like I cared.'
Shazzam!
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