Inspiration is a funny thing; it ebbs and flows like the primordial sea, and sometimes it strikes without warning. The other day I was merrily playing sudoku (my latest guilty pleasure...I rationalize that it helps my mental math skills, which are sorely lacking, but I haven’t even convinced myself that’s true) when a few lines of lyric popped in my head. In about five minutes, I had a whole anthem scribbled down. 

Inspiration is heavy. When it comes, it weighs on me until I give it a form of its very own. Sometimes it pours out of me in a gush of words, other times in a splash of color. Sometimes I hear my own voice, recognize bits of my own soul in my work. Othertimes, I feel as if I am channeling the voice of another. 

This was one of those *other* times, when the words coming out of me do not feel like mine, when the crushing weight of inspiration rings in the voice of another. 

Here are those words. 

I am the sword forged in the birth of suns. When all else is dust, I will carry on. I am the anchor, the ship and the sea; When the ocean drains, I’ll be the salted breeze. I am the beginning of all you know, And I am the ending you fear the most. When you hear the voice of the eternal song, Know I am the descant singing along. I am the void, I am the dark between stars. I am the cold at the bottom of a black hole’s heart. I am the siren spinning in the deep of space. I am the night descending. I’m the Queen of Spades. I am the void, I am the frozen abyss. I am the lure of the promise of an unfinished kiss. I am the death and rebirth of the Milky Way. I am the night descending. I’m the Queen of Spades. I am the arrow shot from Orion’s bow; When it pierces your hide, I am your moan. I am the spider, its prey and the web. I am the hitch caught in your bated breath. I am the beginning of all you know, And I am the ending you fear the most. When you hear the cutting of the final thread, Know I am the crossroads where none dare tread. I am the void, I am the dark between stars. I am the cold at the bottom of a black hole’s heart. I am the siren spinning in the deep of space. I am the night descending. I’m the Queen of Spades. I am the void, I am the pause between breaths. I am the cold of the trigger pulling back again. I am the banshee calling over empty graves. I am the night descending. I’m the Queen of Spades. I am death and fury. I am the Queen of Spades. 

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