The Heartwood this will never end
wearing my dream like a diadem in some better land.
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Specter of old life, old love;
she must cast out her sorrows, yes—
her wolves must not know her tears;
they must not know how
phayanāro had drowned in the waters
just as
she had.
 
She is tearless; she has wept soft, ancient things;
only a preternatural feat 
Courtfall; epiphanied! —
may move her fawn-thin bones;
the lips of all that is gone   ( cubless )  
and forever gone   ( mateless )
lain upon her stilted figure; mortality, anchoring.

Quiet;
a quiet sorrowing;
before she must hosh daun and away to her Weald,
all her wolves; all her workings; to never again wander;
for the end of Aurëwen must be this eve.

Through dimming, she drifts;
and there is some rooted semblance of knowing that here is where she had gathered her dæmon but
he wings now with herbalist, beholden to the briar'd heart;
Andraste wonders, lowly, what the fracturing of the world must look like to a dove.
Messages In This Thread
this will never end - by Eirwyn - October 09, 2019, 05:12 PM
RE: this will never end - by Andraste - October 09, 2019, 05:40 PM
RE: this will never end - by Eirwyn - October 09, 2019, 05:58 PM
RE: this will never end - by Andraste - October 10, 2019, 06:58 AM