They were lost
Or rather
Sometimes the Norns hide things
In the present
To reveal the past
Which determines the future
That day set us back to a place
Where the jagged edges
Carved sharply into our hearts
There is no linear path
To pain
It spirals, each curve
Touching new points
On the same line
Rust is just a reaction
To unprotected iron
Only I didn’t expect
A corrosive coating,
Attacking through the slightest scratch,
Would damage an indomitable shield
The keys taught me that
Abrasives cure the abrasions
Polishing up the parts
Like a wound that needs lancing
Everything must rise to the surface
To be new once more
Monarca Rising 