By Nimue Brown
It will be legendary
I would live deliciously
Not the safe or quiet life
No certainty, and risk enough.
There have been bruises, breaks
Wounds that left me bloody,
Battered and bereft.
I would drink deep from the cup,
Vine God magic on my lips,
Taste the flesh of my days,
Bite hard into life even as life sinks
Teeth into me. I will pay for this,
In tears and sweat, sleepless nights
Haunted hours reaching after wonder,
Taking leaps of faith in the dark,
Knowing I am bound to fall.
Deliberate in flying too close to the limits
The sun. I will burn for this moment of glory.
I will not be tame or quiet
The taste of taboo sweetness brings
The apple rich fall from grace.
Rejecting ignorance and innocence
For the ecstasy of knowing and experience.
Reaching for pomegranates, goblin fruit
The forbidden, the fairy wine
The merciless delights.
I will live deliciously.
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