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Words for the Maiden
The colors run together, the light turning to black, while words are spoken then replaced and in the end are taken back. And as the daylight spins, fading into night, darkness falls around me, robbing me of my sight. I can here spoken words, the ones I wish unsaid, but still they come and fill my mind, and tug at my hearts strings. What was once so near is now so far and in it's place something of someone's design. And though it's true that it is so lovely, even wonderous to behold, never could it replace what has gone and left me all alone. But how can you think that I would not know, that I could not feel that energy's flow. How could you not think that I would not see, even though the light is gone, that I would not see through the words, see through the darkness and see what is now before my eyes. But I will walk this path forced apon me, I will take this road until the very end, but know that I will not forget where it all began. I will remember with advantages all that was said and done. And although the battle, not the war, is over, it seems another's won. So, I will walk my path with a swagger and smile painted on my face. Speaking kind words to those that somehow stole my sight and replaced with the blackest night. But I will hover in the shadows and linger on the edge of the fire's light. I will be the one listening quietly as the tales begin to spin, outside in the coldest winter night, silently looking in.
