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Far out in the North

An ancient place abandoned by the light

In a nethermost primal sea

The waves roughly whip my thighs

Like the slaves of the South

I’m on my knees

Staring at my hands of stone

Sculpted by the sea, cracked over time

Hanging heavy close to the surface

The shield arm tries to hold the past

The sword hand wants to catch the unknown weight

Of the uncertain

Let me be without those burdens

Being one, stuck on the ocean floor

Entombed in time as the forgotten lands

A desire just to be

A peaceful fraction of myself

A lifeless piece

Thrown away to sink alone

Deeper than the light

Deep into the endless void

But there will be no ray of hope

War cries yelling in the gorges of my head

Echoes of my fierce fighting

I rather wanna die upright

Than to live on my knees

Stand up proud

Even if all should crumble and fall