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At the table you sit

poised and ready

yet not long ago, you sat

surrounded

by gargoyles of your lost love

you walk the road to redemption

yet not long you stood

encircled by demons of your forgotten friend

you search the land of intrepidation

yet not long ago you lay

stalked by the spirits of rejection

you discover inspiration

so sit, stand, lay

as if the world is waiting at your feet

control the flow of mankind

the feast is ready, eat.