Monday, December 8, 2014


Weak, unimporant, hidden, unseen was I . 
Suddenly, I held power in my hand. 
It was strange, and heavy, like a cold, iron sword. 
I handled it carefully, wondering how to use it, or drop it as it seemed to chill through me. 
I examined its blade. 
I considered its strength. 
I thought of the results of power, even a minute one . . . 

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