Descendant

With the power you claim,

you must know the peril

of our divided bloodline.

 

You spoke with a whisper

and tore me in two.

One’s wisdom only

extends, until they realize

they have none.

 

How shall a descendant

march toward the light?

Should he follow bulb or candle?

 

Your quarrel

has left us here to ponder.

To bare the weight

of bickering children.

 

Once we choose to remove

chains from each arm,

and the veil from thine eye,

how do we accept and embrace

darkness; the light.

 

Perhaps,

we are all doomed to wander;

till’ we have found the door

and received the word.

◄ Day 3

Destiny ►

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