The loaded dice somebody else rolls for you.
The web of steel shimmering in moonlight
That no blade can cut, no force tear asunder.
Stormclouds as menacing as menacing as a rough sea
That you walk towards, eyes wide with wonder.
Cages we build ourselves, and the ill-fitting key
We throw away before punching out.
Many believe, and still more doubt.
Blessings or curses of ancestral Gods
On dusty pages,
Young and old, more than gold,
The plight of all, and obsession of ages,
Fate. The wild plain we wish to tame,
The uncharted land we desire
To understand.
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