[Written: 2024-11-27]

A scholar without scholarship,

A world created well.

You learned an ancient language,

Now for you no difference between heaven and hell.

You made it to the end of time,

A deep power in you does dwell.

You rearrange the world, with the words that you do fell.

You speak barriers into existence,

now you live in your own cell.

You cannot play a victim,

It’s a world of your design.

Now the ancient one walks towards you,

To make you pay for your crime.

He echoes through eternity,

‘It’s not your world, it’s mine’.

Now the choice you have, is to run into the darkness,

The forest swallows you whole.

Leaves turn from green to brown and ash quick,

There’s nowhere left to go.

Or shout back to yourself,

And call your family home.

Either way the road goes,

You’ll have to learn to hold your own.