Sitting in this temple
all the Past weighing down
books like tombstones holding
what had once been life.
Here, my rejected past is chained
my old family of gods forever cycling
through their Past, through their Eternal War
a fight going on and on into Eternity.
With no end to the War in sight, I gaze at the stars,
and wonder what caused all this to happen. Why can’t
the chains of the Past be released, what’s stopping them
from putting down their swords, and living in a way
that welcomes the future? This is only a dream, yet
I can feel the Far Ones eyes on me, the Nine whispering
through the stars, that it is time to let the ancient Past go,
time to step out of the grave of stars, and embrace life again.