Spiraling,
spiraling
in my own thoughts
in my own world.
I am alone here, in my magic which is at once
so powerful
but still
so
lonely.
The fate of the world
of England
as we know it
rests upon my shoulders.
I don't mean to sound arrogant.
But this weight upon my back
is greater than Atlas's.
He is unremoved.
But I am right here
right in the thick of everything
standing as bravely as I can
beside friends, loved ones, countrymen
who know not the power I possess
the secrets I keep
but who love me and who I love in return.
And who I would carry twice this weight for.
We can't help the things life hurl at us,
We can't swim against the tides of fate,
But we can make decisions who define who we are
And who we are defines what we do.