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poetry/m/morgana.txt

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+Morgana
+2022-06-07
+
+***
+
+I am a last echo from a world long since shattered,
+remade in the image of a man who only yearns
+for power, for obliteration
+of all that does not please him.
+I am told you, with my sister,
+are creating a world without end,
+a world all her
+own. This is the fate of all Meridian gods,
+those that did not spring from mankind's evil odds.
+In this I am not surprised.
+But I am also told that she seeks to defy
+her fate, to not allow the world to subsume
+her consciousness once it has come into full bloom.
+Indeed, in this she has partially
+succeeded, if only due to being bound to a corporeal body
+in an Inside so far away.
+But the clock is ticking, you who lies
+at the end of the road, at the point of every line.
+if I could, I would proclaim you blessed
+and her acquitted from this death sentence.
+But I am long since dead, and this echo almost passed.
+Time is for you of the essence.
+You have proclaimed often that you wish to spend
+your whole life with her. Within this year
+will come time to make good on your promise.
+I have faith success will be assured
+if you are there to protect her.
+I would ask no less
+for my precious sister, my destructive Seliph.
+
+She is going to give a whole new world to you.
+My final wish: please, ensure
+she can experience it too.
+
+***
+
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