Written by: Madcap Sareia Stella'aria, Phantom Weaver
Date: Friday, July 12th, 2024
Addressed to: Everyone
And still I turn to words--
Crumbling towers, fallen faith,
a spiral into the void.
Where I kept my feet going,
Still waters sinking, feeling,
Cut by knives deep into my being
And still I turn to words,
No halls where cries would echo,
Worth bled, dried by godless swords
Are you worthy?
Are you worthy?
Are you worthy?
And still I turn to words.
Penned by my hand on the 17th of Daedalan, in the year 951 AF.
Written by: Madcap Sareia Stella'aria, Phantom Weaver
Date: Friday, July 12th, 2024
Addressed to: Everyone
And still I turn to words--
Crumbling towers, fallen faith,
a spiral into the void.
Where I kept my feet going,
Still waters sinking, feeling,
Cut by knives deep into my being
And still I turn to words,
No halls where cries would echo,
Worth bled, dried by godless swords
Are you worthy?
Are you worthy?
Are you worthy?
And still I turn to words.
Penned by my hand on the 17th of Daedalan, in the year 951 AF.
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