Jul 04, 2005 14:39
I don't know why I didn't see it before: I am very sensitive.
I have frittered away enough of my life on the wasteland of fighting and being rowdy. My hands are stained not only with blood but the irremovable life fluid of the wasted talents of my youth. No longer am I Hector of Ositia.
Now I am Hector Ravynn Waterfall Cascade Asyrria Tearful (the Second, as old Hector is Dead, and I am Reborn).
My new life begins with poetry. and maybe no more capital letters as to properly express my oneness with my emotion. i would be extremely pleased with how this looks were i not overcome with crushing sadness. i have already written six poems about life and would write more but i am dyeing my axe black to signify the abortion of all that was once good in the world.
a poem
by hector ravynn waterfall cascade asyrria tearful ii
eliwood
rhymes with
blood
if you say it
in a certain
way