Trier Sankt Georgsbrunnen fountain

Wait. Don’t go.

Don’t leave me here.


You’re gone, and,

The void isn’t so expansive as it once seemed.

The blessed waters of the saints pour over my wickedness and I am healed. The renewal of my spirit is a physical reincarnation, a falcon soaring over the mountaintops looking for the next meal as it scrambles through the underbrush.

A mighty battle cry echoes through the valleys.

The sword clenched in my talons is engulfed in a bright blue flame, but I am not scorched. Fire dare not touch me.

I am no longer of this earth, but an idea evolving through time and space.

Born from grit and iron, the blade I bear will see me through.

Stay, when you want to. I have learned to bend without being broken. The shrieking in the night has faded away and I stand here now, transfigured. I am invincible.

The leaves are falling now, my darling.

Year after year, the seasons change, each time into something somehow more beautiful the last.

Year after year, so do I.