> The Darkener's Console

The thief is disarmed by a subtle feint past his guard.

Wield —

Grow a hair
Or a nail

Over there
The Ship has sailed

I wield
This Energy
And I yield
To Entropy

Direct it to the
Heavens
The empty, the nothingness
The Everything


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