I
don't wish to die here and be buried in sin,
but
trialed and tested in my own home,
on
my own earthen land.
I
don't wish to stay here where it is filled with decay,
because
what is a memory must never come,
to
haunt and frighten the few who believe them.
I
don't wish to be in love for it is poison,
and
poison is made to rot
those
who dare be tempted.
I
don't wish to sing praises of legends,
yet
those legends still guide me
though
guidance is filled with torment.
Yet
I stay, not for love or death
legends
nor decay,
but
because a heart is held with fire
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