should the world
fail to fall apart
goblins foiled
running havoc
halted and faltering
in the windswept
plains of battle.
You, there
in the rising smoke
and steam,
like a gleam
through a prism
your beam
shines through
demons,
tears that cut
like shards of glass
too many points
of light
for one person
normally to have.
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