Flesh and Bone
That day you stopped me at the ledge,
I had accepted the death of my dreams.
Their carcasses, unloved and useless,
Were my only brethren, or so it seemed.
But before I could follow them, you barged in
And you taught me some strange alchemy.
You said, “Belief is the tool from which miracles stem from,
Makes wine of water, strength of weakness, magic of debris.”
You said, “I know your despair, and you know what I've learned?
Dreams are eternal, and only fools set them free.”
I didn’t know you, didn’t even know your name,
But I heard that you believed in me.
O wonder of wonders, here was an angel,
Who had crawled into heaven from the Underworld.
It took me under its wing, told me I could do the same.
With its blessing, a million avenues unfurled.
How far away that day seems, as if it were a dream,
As we watch our sacred offering transform into a beast.
We've transformed along with it, and for the worse, but worst of all?
We drift apart. For that, I can find no peace.
How ungrateful, how reckless, how naive I've been,
To covet Spell over Sorcerer, Progress over Soul.
Your spirit's the true miracle, lighting in a crumbling bottle
I suppose Greatness never does come without a toll.
O nightmare of nightmares, time has proven,
That you're an angel cursed with Decay.
You were my savior, my guardian, what of me to you?
I cannot conquer Death, nor can I bargain with his day.
O, how different his bloodstained scythe appears
When it's a force you have no choice but to obey.
(If any of y'all have seen Arcane, this was inspired by Jayce and Viktor).
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