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I was bored so I wrote a poem, its called Nero:
“Why am I forsaken, my bowels burn and still I hear your lyre play”
“And what my child am I to do, am I a wise woman or medicine man”
“I can not choose my father yet the duty is still yours
Smother my fire with your hands though you be a teardrop watering a desert”
“But I did not choose my son or duty what is the end of my destruction”
“The task set upon you is the only purpose you should need”
“But sweet child, what reason is that to ravage my hands and cease my melody
The lyre sings through my soul and you are but a burden thrust upon me”
“You shall be remembered”
“And is seeing a family well fed a consolation for the calf”
“The gods will reward you”
“As I reward those wolves who avoid our flocks or the sheep who do not stray”
“It is the right thing to do”
“I read that once, but I can write and think and perhaps I will rewrite it”
“What shall you do if you spit on what you should do”
“I do not cast aside my duty, it was never there
What sane man feels the wind whistle and hears a command”
“Then I pity you for no one is more terrified than a sailor without the moon and stars”
“It daunting to be sure, but see my harp here how it glows when I strum it just so
It soothes my restless mind and brings a joy I have not felt before”
“So you would steer your life by petty pleasures and like some tracking hound
Seek what urges draw you to”
“I might have mapped the world or raised a child or read old books of wisdom
Yet the choice is mine and these pretty strings are the only purpose I need”
“What will they say when they hear your blasphemy”
“Be they man or woman, god or beast, father, child, or stranger the response shall be the same
I have seen dark sky behind the fireflies you worship and lit my own lantern to guide me to happiness’
distant shore”
“Why am I forsaken, my bowels burn and still I hear your lyre play”
“And what my child am I to do, am I a wise woman or medicine man”
“I can not choose my father yet the duty is still yours
Smother my fire with your hands though you be a teardrop watering a desert”
“But I did not choose my son or duty what is the end of my destruction”
“The task set upon you is the only purpose you should need”
“But sweet child, what reason is that to ravage my hands and cease my melody
The lyre sings through my soul and you are but a burden thrust upon me”
“You shall be remembered”
“And is seeing a family well fed a consolation for the calf”
“The gods will reward you”
“As I reward those wolves who avoid our flocks or the sheep who do not stray”
“It is the right thing to do”
“I read that once, but I can write and think and perhaps I will rewrite it”
“What shall you do if you spit on what you should do”
“I do not cast aside my duty, it was never there
What sane man feels the wind whistle and hears a command”
“Then I pity you for no one is more terrified than a sailor without the moon and stars”
“It daunting to be sure, but see my harp here how it glows when I strum it just so
It soothes my restless mind and brings a joy I have not felt before”
“So you would steer your life by petty pleasures and like some tracking hound
Seek what urges draw you to”
“I might have mapped the world or raised a child or read old books of wisdom
Yet the choice is mine and these pretty strings are the only purpose I need”
“What will they say when they hear your blasphemy”
“Be they man or woman, god or beast, father, child, or stranger the response shall be the same
I have seen dark sky behind the fireflies you worship and lit my own lantern to guide me to happiness’
distant shore”