A poem about risk and love.
And there was I.
Dared to risk.
I didn’t know what it was,
But it was something I could not comprehend.
Where was I?
I do not know.
The moment was ethereal.
The elves were dancing,
The pain was excruciating;
But it was sweet, as honey.
I could not move,
I could not think.
Words? I cannot speak clearly.
I feel, yes indeed.
I am mortal,
Born with a heart,
With a flesh,
Sensitive to touch.
The taste was intense.
A sip goes through my nerves,
My brain is void,
My heart palpitates.
I hyperventilate.
Time has passed;
I am quenched, from the long thirst.
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