While you go off to slay some dragons and aid the side of Right and Truth, I'm left alone to fight the fallen demons you've left bhind. A trail of them, resulting from your wars, taunt me with their presence. I trip up here. I stumble there. "No more!" I say "Enough! Come back!" |
I hate to stand alone amidst this carnage. I dispair the task ahead. Would that I could slay your dragon, and you would do this job. Tomorrow there will be more dragons, or flights into space, or a goal in a game well played, or a movie deal, but Today, you clean! |
Starlit blackness, cold and closed in, silently deafening. Here I make my home The only light--my ship. The only warmth--me. The only conversation--in my head, or, sometimes, a spoken command to my fingers as they hover and dart above the controls that keep me going. |
or down, but what I want. All this space is mine |
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