✤ Hopeless, Act II . . .
∴ Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds
Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost
Wings stripped away,
The end is nigh . . .
Loveless, Act IIContinue reading✤ Hopeless, Act II . . .
✤ Miss Temptation . . .
∴ What’s that at the Gate to the Heavens? She’s temptation, ready to slice piety from your soul, and write the sins on your tongue in the name of the Damned. Continue reading✤ Miss Temptation . . .
✤ A difference in the mind . . .
∴ “No matter how she shook with dread in private, she would never show fear before her questioners or her guards.”
― Jeane Westin, ‘His Last Letter: Elizabeth I And The Earl Of Leicester’.Continue reading✤ A difference in the mind . . .
✤ Entwined . . .
∴ Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision: you have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
– Louis de BernieresContinue reading✤ Entwined . . .
✤ The Autumn Bringer . . .
∴ It is I, who bringeth the pumpkin spice, and the All – Hallows. Continue reading✤ The Autumn Bringer . . .
✤ Pretending . . .
∴ And thus I put on the face of happiness, in the hopes it may deter away the demons, and drive my fear to a corner. But they all seem only happy to feast upon the mask. And so, it decays . . .Continue reading✤ Pretending . . .
✤ Fighting . . .
∴ To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.Continue reading✤ Fighting . . .
✤ Going home . . .
∴ “Easily to be known is,
by those who to Odin come,
the mansion by its aspect. Its roof with spears is laid,
its hall with shields is decked,
with corslets are its benches strewed.”
– ‘Grímnismál,’ ‘Poetic Edda’.Continue reading✤ Going home . . .
✤ Taking back what was once ours . . .
∴ As my eyes lay upon the map, all I see is lands soaked in the blood of my ancestors. And yet, others are ploughing the fields, and stepping along the roads . . . no more, I say! Soon enough, the lands will return to their rightful owners. Continue reading✤ Taking back what was once ours . . .
✤ Lament of the Highborne . . .
∴ By the light, by the light of the sun
Children of the blood
Our enemies are breaking through
Children of the bloodContinue reading✤ Lament of the Highborne . . .