A World of My Own
Diving into a world unlike any known.
You delve through with no known limits.
A place that you can call your own.
No fear or concern to withhold my words.
Gazing at the beauty that only I can create
Or destroy.
With a flick of the wrist, swords can clash,
In an epic war with humans against themselves to
The popping of bullets in a western showdown.
Nothing is limited in my world.
As powerful as I am, there must be a weakness.
Ah, but you see in my world, I am immortal.
However, when I leave, I am vulnerable just the same as my world.
Someone could rip it to shreds,
Or simply end the author.
Nonetheless, I stand at the peak of my world with a smirk dancing along my lips.
One would wonder where to start with such power.
I am not that indecisive.
Releasing my strength to a group of dangerous aliens, I begin the hunt from the very beginning.
No hero can start at the finish line.
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