Past the pond, through the woods, up the hill and back...

"There are not many paths for you to take..infact, there are only two...do not choose my way.." Necromancer

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“Whatever you dream you can do begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it. Begin it now.” Goethe.

Tears in your eyes
They are mine
And the pain in your soul
That is mine too.
Knowing this,
How can I turn away?

The knife in his gut-
I thrust it there
He breathes his last
Because of my hand.
And yet I die with him also.
For I am the warm knife,
The killer and the victim.
Seeing this, how shall I hate?

The prince born in the palace
But stolen to the slum
Is turned pauper.
And the beggar child
Raised amongst riches
Shall be the Queen.