.
.
.
.
.
.
Oh light the candle John, the daylight has almost gone.
The birds have sung their last.
The bells call all to mass.
Sit here by my side,
for the night is very long.
There's something I must tell, before I pass along...
Dear friends.
I am not alone when I say I have been hurt.
Blood also drips from my flesh.
But, unlike most, I have not brought it upon myself.
For I do not stand for myself.
I stand to stop it all.
And my body grows weaker with each attack you throw.
Blind hate.
Blind fear.
Beasts of nothing, do you know nothing?
Sisters and brothers.
We turn to each other, brother to my left.
Sister to my right.
Mother and father before me.
When our enemies are against us.
We seek a comforting nuzzle.
And we turn to one another when our selfish fear grabs hold.
And strike one another down.
Sister to my right.
Brother to my left.
Do I stand alone when I say, I can take no more?
Will my body perish, in the attempts to stop you blind beasts?
Brothers and sisters, hold fast.
And do not strike the one who curses you.
For there will always be one to pay for your selfish actions.
Besides yourself...
Do not consult another for confession.
And do not forgive yourself, until thine enemy has forgiven thee.
Forgive them, as you would want to be forgiven,
and together we will live.
Pride will cut you down like wheat.
And you will fall to the ground, to become it!
Shed blood no more, for the sky is red.
Curse thine sister and thine mother.
Hate thine brother and thine father.
And fall to the blood covered earth.
And we will weep for you no more.
The meek she inherit the earth.
Become them.
This is not a command.
It is a warning.
Hold ye banners high.
And follow me, all ye meek and selfless.
And the Light will lead you to life.
Man I love when you write
Mystress, you are a kindly mother to us all but this is the business of war. This is stag's work now, protecting the hearts and minds is one thing but the flesh and bones are another. This Baal, I know his kind, he is like the jaguar, lurking in the shadows and circling, preying off the weakest. I have hunted his kind before and know his ways, better than you might think...tend to your flock Mystress, but leave the wolves to us.
Bla I re-wrote that like three times and I'm still not totally happy with it lol I think I need to think more deeply about how Queze feels and is going to deal with all this dead fawn business.
"Mystress... this is what I
-------------------------
Damn. Inspiring, wonderful
To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul
To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul
Dearest Queze. You know I
You know I hold you in a high place of honor in my heart.
And I respect you for your words.
Yet, sometimes, our wolves are not here to protect us.
And the sheep must make a choice...
I will tend to my flock, and by all the strength these bones have left,
I will die trying to defend them...
You know this.
You know no harm dear one.
Your heart is radiant.
Yet it is not thee I address in my words.
It is meant for those who's hearts are not as blessed as yours.
And who's ears have never concieved this idea.
You know I will stand beside thee.
----------
Serynn:
It is not only Baal who will need defending friend.
Perhaps those who have not brought it upon themselvs, also.
Those who will not stand to fight.
And who will die running from it.
I commend thee for doing such a just thing dearest.
But you should listen, when I say, we shall all be long gone and turned to dust,
when the last hateful hoof falls upon Baal's flesh. And even then, his grave may be trampled.
Baal, above all, may defend himself against one or two foes.
But it is when the rest of the forest is against him, may you question where you stand.
Avani: Thanks so much hun! I've always seen Mystress with great communication skills. And quite inspiring to listen to. I'm glad you liked it!!
That's some talent you have
On a sort of unrelated note, I was restless earlier and thought I'd try and make you an avatar:
You don't have to use it though ;D purely the product of boredom.
Oh my gosh thank you so