Rasa

I’ll never be your chosen one
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I’ll never wear your broken crown


On March 1st, 2022, the broken coatl finally chose a name for himself: Rasa. After nearly six years of namelessness, he emerges from slumber at last. For too long, the dragon had been left unnamed while waiting as the prize of a dead forum game. It had been a figurative language writing contest, but no one spared a word for the miserable prince. No one wanted him, no one even tried. For years he languished in pity, longing, oblivion. His biography lay empty and untouched since he should have bloomed in another lair. But now he will make some poetry of his own and name himself after "tabula rasa" --- the blank slate. Only this time, Rasa is not someone else's canvas. He is now ready to write his own future.

He is the King's Fool, a dizzy jester, a fallen prince. Dancing aimlessly in circles under a merry maypole, his only crown is one of thorns and branches. He knows no family, has no sense of self. Today his ignorance ends and his new life begins.