Blurred Identities
The line that divides the self and
Another has been blurred.
Both share a name and a craft
Soon to share the same misdeeds
Even in appearance they are the same
There is nothing that truly divides
He delights in his forge
In his weapon and gemcraft
Same as his father and mentor
And soon to pass this gift to his son
Called the Skilled One
Perhaps he is skilled in the wrong ways
He would have given anything to resemble another
The one he and his father deserted
She could have given him counsel
She could have kept him from evil
But he chose another path for himself
Or maybe he did not choose it
He could never be free of his namesake
Even if his life would mean misery and death.