Standing on the edge of the world
with hidden hands that hold the sword.
A wave of light pierces the night
a lunar crescent, a deathly scythe.
There is no shriek, no final gasp
just a last thought, a raindrop in the sky.
This double edge where I stand
is also the edge I leave behind.
The invisible path that lays in front
pulls me out into the void.
In darkness eyes is where I stand
forever free from any fall.
But where I stood, afraid and lone
a sword of gloom remains behind.
Frozen, powerless, without help on sight
yet, immune to my demons of lore.
Is this the price I'll have to pay?
Forever free but ever astray?
Ha! The menace of men afraid me not
I caress Medusa's hair to fall asleep!
The great Star designs my crown
and her celestial sisters waive me a shroud.
Far in space, greater than any man
a new constellation will bear my life!
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