When child of stone and child of tree
Entwine their fates ’neath moonlit lea,
From love unshaped and passion wild
Shall rise a world-bound, fated child.
No crown nor tomb escapes their thread—
All hearts shall beat where they are led.

First world problems.

Do I work on the fantasy epic?
The supernatural sexual thriller?
The post-apocalyptic horror?
Or one of the many short stories that are easier to bang out?

Sigh