Lonely shadows following me
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
He'd had a dream, once, where birds flew down from the clouds and lifted him up on their backs so that he could touch the moon. It was before he learned to grow wings of his own. Weaver had laughed and said that being carried by dragons would be much more interesting.
Now, would he ever see a dragon without hating it? Would he ever sit by a fire and be at ease? Could he ever sing without his voice breaking, knowing that she would never chime in and twist his songs off course?
Questions followed him into the void, and the unconsciousness brought him neither comfort nor rest. Korbin didn't stir or wake at all until he was left at the Kraai.
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- Fin
Now, would he ever see a dragon without hating it? Would he ever sit by a fire and be at ease? Could he ever sing without his voice breaking, knowing that she would never chime in and twist his songs off course?
Questions followed him into the void, and the unconsciousness brought him neither comfort nor rest. Korbin didn't stir or wake at all until he was left at the Kraai.
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- Fin
Thousand voices dead at my feet
Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone
Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone
