The Heartwood this will never end
wearing my dream like a diadem in some better land.
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The skies had rent the past apart from her;
why not the final strike be the passing of one from an old life?

She must ghost past gunmetal figure;
white as cold wax, and must wander about the this proposal like a silent phantasm;
a the poor pale maid in an old ballad; near to now fade away until she is nothing more than greyed bodement to the living.

Yet—
she might find the will to continue through the wolves of her Weald; the furtive, frank lover which lived;
find it, too, in the voice of this argent figure full of gall,
for she must she must she must.

Cloudthick sights remain bleary; remain aimless upon the blanchard's fine façade. Shorn lips part in a weak wisp:
"Yes,"  for she must she must she must
continue. Continue for the silly invitation, the silly hunt; an ease to the hunger she'd since forgotten ghosted with her. 

"I am Andraste."
She must continue.
It is the core of Courtfall.

She must.
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