She's gone.
I remember so many things about her.. The fire in her eyes when someone messed with those she cared for, the light of her laughter and the strength of her heart, that warm, soft, and slightly amused look she got when she looked at me for the calf-eyes I was making at her..
The rich beauty of her voice when she said she loved me for the first time.
The way the touch of her hand never failed to set me all atingle.
The way she looked so peaceful asleep next to me, and I always thought my heart would burst when I looked down on her.
And now she's gone.
I'll never be able to soothe her hurts again, never dry her tears and make her grin, never take her flying with me...
She's gone, and this little medallion is all that I have left.
And even gods have a right to cry.
The rich beauty of her voice when she said she loved me for the first time.
The way the touch of her hand never failed to set me all atingle.
The way she looked so peaceful asleep next to me, and I always thought my heart would burst when I looked down on her.
And now she's gone.
I'll never be able to soothe her hurts again, never dry her tears and make her grin, never take her flying with me...
She's gone, and this little medallion is all that I have left.
And even gods have a right to cry.