Post by ExtropianDreamer on Apr 17, 2013 14:25:19 GMT -5
A wound in the heart, though it were already marked. Another notch, another grave, another ruin.
As atlas, their worlds to my shoulders, their blood to my hands. A curse upon both houses, were both houses hope! The burden grows, to it's discharge I'd hasten had I the wings.
I am sorry.
As atlas, their worlds to my shoulders, their blood to my hands. A curse upon both houses, were both houses hope! The burden grows, to it's discharge I'd hasten had I the wings.
- naysayerRetort, Seer of Time, who tried to halt the river
- dimestoreConfusion, Ward of Space, who was caught before the storm
- adversityInvictus, Witch of Breath, who died standing
- everReady, Bard of Blood, who I should have trusted
I am sorry.