Christmastide comes. All speak of it, surely all celebrate. Holy Rome keeps it's tradition herein. This city may not be all lost. I must seek out a priest to absolve me before the holiest night. I seek not the ear nor attention of Saint Nicholas especially. Juliet should tell her wishes. Mayhaps an elf will listen to carry the message to his master ( Read more... )

Guilt flows as richly as the very red rivers of our bodies. In streets, the humble stand awash in the blush of shame, dripping with outstretched arms so much like babes in hopes of being beheld and made clean. Why guilt? Why for? We live to die and thusly should live to ensure that  the cold touch of death does not approach so soon in the joyous ( Read more... )

A bustling hub with beings of all ages of numberless kingdoms, provinces and plains you may be, City Unknown. But thou lack the breeding to be established. As sure as there is a sun that wakes in the East and wanders to the West there is a striving for favor among men in families, orders and rank. There is but one, a lady young in age that offered ( Read more... )