Wistful Thinking by staylor
Would you whittle my bones into dry branches?
Would you atrophy this flesh till I grow weary with exertion?
Would you slow my motion so I cannot see the flapping of a hummingbird?
Would you blind me and forever darken the night?
Would you make me frail, weak and brittle? So that I might be humbled before mighty nature?
Please do this for me...
I long for human weaknesses,
so that I may find that greater strength within myself.
Chimera was created to be a veritable god of war and destruction. But he longs for humanity.