Otter Creek Hard on yourself

i’m a fairly new recruit, admittance befalls, besmirching contrite twist of his lips with silent plea in atonement. i can tell you they live upon the moors northwest of here. words left unembellished resonate with disinclination for dictum.
bane of winter; nightingale sovereign bequeathed upon brow; feathery caress of her warbling croon, brimming with adoration. long forgotten was the melody of her motherssong; lost to the epochs —

a remnant of her, cherished far beyond all else.

gelid gaze lifts and studies the icemelt for few moments. so i’ve been told, it alights upon her rogue dusted visage once more, lingering; far from discourteous. he has his own scarflesh, laden with their own tales of tragedy. your's suits you, too. genteel, perhaps; befitting the nymph before him.