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Raindrops by Shurimaru

Runner Up for April 2008

Raindrop falling past
A dream held within each one
Searching for my own

Raindrop falling past
A thousand would-be futures
Searching for my own

Thousands fall in time
A thousand futures, now lost
Mine, slipping away

Choices must be made
Journeys must all begin somewhere
Must take my first step

But where shall I go?
Celest or Magnagora?
What of the forests?

City life for me -
A life among stone and wood
Wrought by mortal hands

Then it comes to Guilds.
Warrior? Guardian? Monk?
Too many choices

It's magic for me
Elemental or Cosmic -
My choice isn't clear

Within New Celest:
Celestines, Celestia's priests
Devoted indeed

Aquamancers, yes
The cleansing pow'r of water
Refreshing and new

In Magnagora:
Nihilists, Nil's dark servants
Power to be had

Geomancers, Earth:
The twisted Tainted savants
Grasp Kethuru's touch

So what will it be?
Celestine? Or Nihilist?
Taint, or purity?

Some would say power -
I say that the choice is mine
Unmade, but still mine

My future is mine
My choice, also, is my own.
I have no regrets

I'll embrace the change
I'll channel the Earth's dry touch
Dust, soil, sand, mud, clay

Raindrops falling past
I've come to hate the Water
After all these years