The snow and ice melted long ago, already the grass returns to fields of gold. So why am I bleeding and shivering with fear? 
Seas and rivers change course and flow awry. So why have I turned to stone? 
Faeries and elves stir up their sisters into dance. So why cannot I move? 

Immortality seizes man’s imagination. So how can I live another day? 
And why do I carry all the hours of all the days of all the years with me? 
Zephyrs blow the seasons hither and thither, from spring to summer, from autumn to winter. So what is there to fear? 

From year-to-year the swift moon repairs the heavens. Tonight the star-clotted sky, tomorrow stitching clouds. I have grown old with the waiting. 

Some die young and their heirs scramble and lie for their inheritance. 
Who knows why? 
The greedy hands of the already-rich reach out for more. Always more. More. More. While elsewhere bodies are tossed carelessly into a ditch.

Decisions made groundlessly and children’s eloquence exploited. Innocence pleads guilty to no charge. Is it not upto you to restore your life? Who, then? A loving friend?

The chaste goddess, Diana of the darkness, is not alone anymore.
None of the gods can break man’s pettiness, his narrowness of vision. 
Man’s stupidity is his self-denying ignorance 
A running away from the potential to begin to live life again, again. A mere cowardice I’d say.

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