Shatterlands

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By Nicholas S. Bradford
A poem about finding product-market fit.
Part of Spellcraft as a Service.

Original: October 2013
Revised: March 15, 2025

Behold! I, who was once a man

Have come to claim the shattered lands

Where I was destined to command

Over the grateful mortals.

Yes, I have glimpsed the rival bands

Of vagrants who now stalk the land

And cannot stop, lest they be damned;

Compelled to endless motion.

So, now I limp through desert lands,

Eyes wary of the sinking sands

That have consumed my static friends

And not returned their bones.

But, as I crawl through Shatterlands

The broken glass cuts through my hands

And pierces dirty bloodstained bands

Tied 'round my broken ankles.

At last, a wretched husk of man,

Bereft of even strength to stand,

I lie down in the Shatterlands

And pray for death to give me rest.