Passage
There is no such thing as an ally in the vipers’ nest, yet he wonders what they are if they are not rats. The scales are too even. The Gods ambivalent.
His silence must have spoken loudly, or else he’d not be frozen. Her eyes are soft, melted ice at last.
For there is hope in this passing.
The sun rises as the light fades and his tears fall heavy on his heart.
He knows the soul that awaits her, years gone by.
Perhaps his sword brings life to what is left of that soul. He knows that pleases them.
His silence must have spoken loudly, or else he’d not be frozen. Her eyes are soft, melted ice at last.
For there is hope in this passing.
The sun rises as the light fades and his tears fall heavy on his heart.
He knows the soul that awaits her, years gone by.
Perhaps his sword brings life to what is left of that soul. He knows that pleases them.