You move me…for my ample light I’ve a serenade in my head, the pollen gathers on my brow, and I look forward to a long winter. How will you be, within your glade, forgotten of life, singing for tomorrow? Missing me…
There’s nowhere as contenting as your island of peace, a magic guild, and I disguised as its people’s prophet. What they see is neither what we see, a serpent growing off your life and my dead skin living once more for that sustenance. Some would know the truth and wish to slay me, while others would offer in my worship for their rightful fear.
Lady, must I beg, this bog creature that now quells at your feet, come out of its rightful oblivion? My host carrying me, bearing this blackened heart, the realm to mine abyssal thoughts. Not all of me is dead, no…I have lived, I am alive but entrapped, my mortality though withered there still covers this stone skin. *Runs a slender finger along his ivory cast*.
I still don’t sleep, imagining my loved ones in their chosen illusions, haunting me yet now knowing that I can never join them…and to think any of them knowingly torment me is far too much to bear. I’ve reached, and your return falls short of my hopes.
My center is leveled, the core that has me lift a weary body every night. Strung my willful cadence and my ordered will is dust, the dark intoxicates me and I finally choose to slip into its all embracing eternity...forgetful of the sun, a night crawler for far too long. I cannot miss while I lay in the middle of no where….Where it’s so much easier to say farewell.
