Dark Age

All that will be measured,

“The tragedy of the gifted is the belief they are entitled to greatness, Lysander. As a human, you are entitled only to death.” She stands. “Now, are you awake or asleep?”

would not think it. Brood of a great queen. Destined to fight the gods’ battles in the stars. But I was cursed for my

Self, all that can be mastered

“It is difficult to explain.” She waits for me to try. “Have you ever had a moment where you couldn’t fail? Where everything seemed slow, except you? Like you were the center of all gravity, all time, and your thoughts themselves were second to your actions?”

all that will last, is your mastery of yourself.

Matter, how tiny my share Time, how brief my allotment Fate, how small my roll to play