When you run from faeries,
they will chase you.
Will you chase me?
Have you seen?
I used to trust you, know you
close, and honored
protecting me from drowning in magic.
You vanished, too,
like I had only won a normal life
from the cost of you.
That is not a cost I'd pay.
If I feel too much, if I still look for you,
and listen for you, and watch your heart grow-
with no edits-
I know who you could be.
I knew who you were.
I could know who you are.
Just because you've crossed a crevasse,
doesn't mean you can't build me a bridge.
I miss you, Sean.
I too search for what I have lost. I search for who I was and through the search I have been led into the darkness of your Black Rose. I seek the beginning of time.
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure what you have heard, or who you are rallying, or even who you are. Regardless, I am not sure I am the person to bring Alisarian concerns to. Not anymore. If you feel it necessary to continue this communication, I can direct you to Lords Nyx, Azrael, or James, as well as Ladies Leona or Arbados. Let me know.
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