The Call

[rae_r2a]

Written, over and over again, in a simple leatherbound journal:

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold. Things fall apart; the center cannot hold. The center cannot hold.

shutupshutupshutupshutup.

He is dead. Why does he haunt me so, still? Leave my dreams, my pretty liar.

I hunt, tomorrow, though it is not for flesh or the taste of blood. I

Comments

[ms_sadie_frost]

Oh, dear Jester, we SOOOOO have to go hunting together.

Soon.

[rae_r2a]

I'll seek you out, when I return from this lovely shadow of endless rains and the blackness.

Man or beast?

[ms_sadie_frost]

There's a difference?