I shiver. From anxiety? Or from something else.
Anticipation, yes. Waiting for them.
I glare into the wilderness of that broken down path.
Others have thread it. Yet failed without hope
And I am calm. Still as water, without breath.
I have hope.
For I know that fate has brought me here.
To this place where all men must come.
For Destiny requires filling.
And I am the vessel that carries the liquid flame.
Of revolution.
