Reading is nourishment for the brain

Nourishment for the beast within

Run when the beast is freed

For the story I’m reading

Has the key to my soul

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The poem was originally written in Swedish and I debated whether I should post it here or not. Most of my readers are English speakers, but quite a few are actually Swedish. In the end, I decided to make a separate blog whenever I have the inclination to post something in Swedish: Legendernas Bok

There, I can see it. It’s so close.

The queen will be happy once I gather–

Oh no… what’s this? I can’t get through.

But I can see it, I can smell it. It’s right there!

So why then–

Wait… what’s that shadow?

It’s so hazy… what’s that sound?

Ugh… I need to get up

I said get up!

…tired

Maybe if I closed my eyes–

The ringing is gone now.

Maybe I should–

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Burn, burn I say!

…End my torment

…Cleanse my sins

Soon there will be nothing left

Soon there will be no guilt

There will be no crime

And therefore… no victims