Oct 3, 2026
Oh, Pride
Before I knew the weight of my own name,
I knew yours.
In my childhood, you were a whisper of
Death
In my ears,
A specter of
Fear
Before I was even taught what
Fear was.
I was brought up to see you
As the root of all
Evil.
But in my dreams, another world unfolds.
One of
Comfort
Not War.
There, we are the closest of friends.
I sit at your table
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And feast upon your food.
You drink from my cup,
And laugh
At my jokes.
To have the option of
Companionship!
To know that the choice
Belonged to us
Oh, Pride
We were both
Reared in a prison of
Prophecy.
It has dictated our lives,
Our battles,
Our Deaths.
You have a choice, to Love me
Even now
As I stand before you,
Vulnerable
And Proud.
