Wayfaring cushioned slides
never-ending descent,
sudden stop mid-fall
as the sanded glass reverses
confusion sets
and you are liquid silver,
mercury
yanked up
as sparks fling from all sides
a phoenix-like spirit thriving on heat
on passion
on fire
no
Icarus' incarnation chasing sun to his demise
no
a phoenix-like spirit thriving on sun lands
yes
Icarus' incarnation, wings consumed on heat
on passion
on fire
yes
A coin toss
a thread of fate
reality
you are silvered liquid
dragged down
Khione-possessed, A goddess,
a nymph,
a drop of snow,
you thrive on ice,
on placidness,
on still beauty,
no
Jack's shadow, heart encased in icicles
trapped under ice
immobile
numb
no
Khione inside a palace of ice in sleep
yes
Frost thriving on ice
on placidness,
on still beauty
yes
You are silvered liquid.
Fate changing
climb
drop
climb
drop
defy
follow
gravity.
What choice is there?
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