He lets the night fall by his side;
is it still needed?
The man-tiger was right;
the advice is still heeded.
But a life chosen badly
is hard to redefine. Love, and strength are needed.
The water reclines against his touch.
His replies have seeded
something. Some kind of life
is growing. Somewhere else,
the exallos are cursing.
Somewhere in the heights of his despair, someone is needed. Someone is nursing
themselves back to the fight.
Someone is turning
themselves, at last,
back into a creature of light.
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