There from which we hail and where minds meet,
Are not the same.
The fault of certain waters,
Will not feed your flame.
I can promise you little, while this I would trust.
Avoid these waters and your essence may be found in dust.
For they bring forth the stone,
Casting you from the curse of the thorn.
That which scars you to the bone.
ps. i have much more to say, will you stay or go?