with wanderlust I set out
fulfilling the prophecy of my departure
leaving home, finding home
a past could be erased
I grew without growing
knew without knowing
history is ever changing
the future's set in stone
destiny beckoned
I offered but my tongue
then veiled my blush behind Irish luck
and feigned yet indecision
Agony! to want not to want
then magic and war and children
taught nothing, but bore me on
and named me destroyer
again I fled, effacing the past
running here, then there
plunging into darkness
where finally I found light
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