Spiraling,

spiraling

in my own thoughts

in my own world.

I am alone here, in my magic which is at once

so powerful

but still

so

lonely.

The fate of the world

of England

as we know it

rests upon my shoulders.

I don't mean to sound arrogant.

But this weight upon my back

is greater than Atlas's.

He is unremoved.

But I am right here

right in the thick of everything

standing as bravely as I can

beside friends, loved ones, countrymen

who know not the power I possess

the secrets I keep

but who love me and who I love in return.

And who I would carry twice this weight for.

We can't help the things life hurl at us,

We can't swim against the tides of fate,

But we can make decisions who define who we are

And who we are defines what we do.