I am a wanderer of worlds.
I have traipsed through the sands of time and knocked the dust off of my boot heels upon the doorstep of Fate herself.
I know every atom of my soul down to the base and have learned to love every crack and shadow.
I learned my body down to the particles of stardust that flow through my veins and the iron that makes my heart hard enough to exist and soft enough to survive.
I am but a single generation removed from Divinity and once commanded the world to form.
There never was and never will be anything capable of standing in my way. Including myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem