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Runa no tabi Ch 4
“The years really flew by huh Sieneie?” Luna asked her pet as she helped clean up the shack. Sieneie Chued and jumped around, everyone was excited she was going to complete her ascension tomorrow she had finally reached the age twenty one she was ready to become a Deava now. Luna had never been one to pretty herself up for anything really but you didn’t become a Deava every day so she had bought a new tunic and circlet and tried out a new hair style. “Luna don’t worry about the shack go on and see Balder, he’s waiting along with half the city likely.” Luna looked over to the owners and smiled. “Alright, take care.” Luna waved good bye to them as she left Sieneie following close behind her, she wouldn’t be coming to work there again.
Luna felt… different she couldn’t get the word for how she felt it was just different maybe it was the wings she had now or all the power, Balder told her people had gifts for her for
Sorrowful past, By DancingViolinistDon't cry for me. How easy love has gone. Try to see how deep my despair is. Come the winds of fate and time, take all my tearful memories.
Call out to thee, sing your name in sweet harmony, but only echos fade away. Crying breeze to thee, every moment with chiding wind, where have gone silent tears.
Roaming 'round the whirling world, rough breath and dark, cruel blades and tears and sorrowful days burning way hollow hope. Don't pray for God. Where angels have gone so I seek.
Weep myself all gently 'till I'm blind.
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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