I, Garnet Wanderer, opened the page,
my eyes rafting down the ink current’s flow.
I read the serpentine scrawl penned that day
I’d never forget, though lifetimes ago.
With each word read, I froze a little more
and gripped my dagger to steady my nerves:
The Gem had been found, had claimed a new soul,
and pain and desire deep within me burned.

Scarce stopping to sleep, I rode hard for days,
warily avoiding crowds, towns, and roads.
My greatest fear was I would be too late,
and crystalline claws would have taken hold,
that this one who dared picked It up would go
too far to be rescued, too far to turn
away from the Gem’s allure. The tears flowed,
and pain and desire deep within me burned.

Arriving at the letter-foretold place,
I didn’t bother knocking on the door.
There I beheld them both, and there I faced
the moment—the choice—that would wait no more.
I screamed, and I knocked the Gem to the floor.
Now free, that soul ran, never to return.
I picked up the Gem. It began to glow,
and pain and desire deep within me burned.

A blood-red glare covered me, head to toe,
and in Its light my heart began to yearn
to hold It close and never let It go—
and pain and desire deep within me burned.

3-19-2020

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