If today I feel abandoned by
my grit, if the tides of
Ipra Certh suddenly reverse,
if a ruthless quake should crush
my spine, I will be beholden
to happenstance—though I've
never accepted such things
as random acts.
I’ve lived the time of scars,
when lampblack virulence
dripped its stain upon paladin
hearts forged in purity, and I
became that otherness—a
torn tapestry.
But I shall never be ended,
deftly invincible to ruthless
slayers aiming to sever me
from my innermost
communion.
I find the West Coast sunsets
more to my liking, where
offshore winds speak with
clarity.
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