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and her stories swirl around her like wild things. She has let them go and they know it; vengeful spirits, lost children, they watch with hungry eyes.
you promised you would find us
you promised you would take us home
behind them is Sindri, watching, weeping; she wants no vengeance. She has known anger but it cannot serve her. She waits, whispering, "My children, my children..."
it is her voice that cuts
They throb and they ache, they dance
they are not hers
they never were
Unsteady world, unsteady soul, she built herself on the rules that bind her,
columns of steel, pillars that bend. Her strength is contingent on the wind and when the world whispers rest she complies. Pillars crumble, iron rusts, and she wakes alone in the wild world, who grew with her own vigilance, who trusted herself and was betrayed
o world, swallow me
make me strong
make me in an image that is not my own
you promised you would find us
you promised you would take us home
behind them is Sindri, watching, weeping; she wants no vengeance. She has known anger but it cannot serve her. She waits, whispering, "My children, my children..."
it is her voice that cuts
They throb and they ache, they dance
they are not hers
they never were
Unsteady world, unsteady soul, she built herself on the rules that bind her,
columns of steel, pillars that bend. Her strength is contingent on the wind and when the world whispers rest she complies. Pillars crumble, iron rusts, and she wakes alone in the wild world, who grew with her own vigilance, who trusted herself and was betrayed
o world, swallow me
make me strong
make me in an image that is not my own