A fake will always be a fake
It doesn’t matter how perfect the imitation is
The blacksmith’s student understood this
But because he did
He could appreciate the perfection of his master’s creation
In his eyes
The gods who would give him wealth beyond his wildest imaginations
Were nothing but fools
Forever chasing a shadow
Unable to ever face the light
Until he heard tales of the embodiers
A race that lived on a planet called Volen
And for the second time in his life
He was the fool
They were fakes that were surpassing the originals.
Leave a like (-_-)/ or comment \(*_*) if you enjoyed it
You must log in to post a comment.