Walking the Worlds Edges

The internal beauty of persistent struggle is not inlaid with gold, but with desperate serenity.

Walk the knife’s edge, toes curled around its jagged shape weep bright red. Mind blasts warning bells on high

Feet may not falter now for the chasm lies beneath, considering is not only a long way down, but is also defeat. Staying within, heartbeats to sweet serenity

The consequences of today are no different than any other, only now they are close enough for touch. Walking the world’s edges cures the ordinary disease

So serene in the middle of this epic and time is no longer taking but is sharing in one’s thoughts

This edge pushes until it finds an equal and doesn’t care for cost, every motion precise, no movement lost

Ride the edges if you dare, submerge and watch yourself disappear. Danger without hesitation or fear

You must be serene in a sea of monsters if you plan on walking out of here