Last night I dreamt of freedom
On land we learned to share
The grass was lush, the fruit was ripe
Our bodies thick with hair
We sucked the juice of oranges
We slept beneath a tree
We kissed atop of mountains
From nettles, we made tea
Last night I dreamt of freedom
No morning, night or noon
Time didn’t cost, we lived for free
Our only clock, the moon
Last night I dreamt of freedom
It made me feel alive
The ground was rich, but people weren’t
The earth began to thrive
Last night I dreamt of freedom
But then awoke and cried
I thought I was in heaven
Instead, it’s hope that died.
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Emily Rose Attwood
‘There’s nothing more embarrassing than being a poet’ - Elizabeth Bishop ✍️
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Alexander left his Coming of Age ceremony with Cronos and the elders with as many new questions as he had answers for his old questions. Cronos had confirmed his suspicions were correct. Not only was there a link between the Beast Masters and the inhabitants of the Citadel, but it was the Citadel's fault that the Beast Masters existed in the first place. Instead of banishing the law breakers which allowed them to wreak havoc on the rest of humanity, the Citadel elders should have stripped them of their powers before they became too strong. Now Alexander would need to battle the Beast Masters and the Jikininki. It would be difficult for him to forgive the Citadel Elders because their poor decisions led to the deaths of his parents and more than half the planet's human population.
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