Mye: The World Elsewhere – Part Fifty Three

Wednesday’s Mye piece is here! And it would be well worth revisiting last weeks to understand some of the context that the Narrator continues speaking in.

My red gold! So it would,
If not for my friend, the bard.
He stretched his stiff arm of wood
And pressed me down, to the floor, hard.

*Playful Bard*

Narrator, no!
None shall nestle
Pain in you!
Not while I stand, or sing, or breath.
Not while sweet blue water runs.
Take this moment;
Remember me.

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