Excerpt: Medusa – The Lost Daughter

From “A Prayer for Rain”

Peace is never without envy for the
hunger of power is never quelled by
the full belly, bloat of satisfaction,
but solely by the art of conquest, the
acquisition of something that rest not
in your palms, but in someone else’s.

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