Many moons, many thoughts

Wearing nothing but my boots with a Lily in one hand and my shield in another I blazed my footpath, the first radical road out of that old kingdom 

Toward the new unknown. 

When I came to those great flaming gates of burning gold, 

I stood alone in terror at the threshold between Paradise and Earth, the known path or the unknown..

There I heard a mysterious echo: 

my own voice 

singing to me from across the forbidden

side. I shook awake—

at once alive in a blaze of green fire. 

Let it be known: I did not fall from grace. 

I leapt to freedom.

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