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- Clocktower Blitz
- 2022-04-06
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- Please, my love, come home unharmed.
- It's been almost a month since I
- found you injured, limping, on a farm
- half-familiar, glowing hearth.
- We've been here before- or, at least, I have,
- wandering in sprawling fields
- trying to find homebound path.
- Because isn't that
- what this is all about?
- Trying to find the way back home
- despite all those who've declared
- themselves roadblocks, obstacles.
- Each of us condemned to roam,
- sometimes aimless, usually on our own,
- no one to ask us how we fare.
- The bloodlust of my youth has faded away.
- I've grown sick of conflict, of battles, of war.
- How can anyone think cold-blooded murder holds glamour?
- I'm sick as an invalid
- two steps in the grave
- of every moment worrying if you're okay.
- "If there was a path
- out of this heartbreak
- without suffering any pain,
- believe me,
- Lethe,
- I'd take it in a single breath."
- I'd rather die
- than live a thousand lives
- safe but absent from your light.
- But there's nothing I can do
- as you ascend the campus clock tower
- with staff in hand,
- ready and prepared to make a last stand.
- "I need you to know I feel the same.
- Truth be told, I always have.
- I've got a bad limp, but if I get my way,
- you won't have to wait
- much longer."
- ***
- CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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