BASTIEN
I used to be an angry man, I wanted things that weren’t mine
At fifteen paces in the sand I left that all behind
Bastien was usually painting or creating in his Sanctuary, but even the greatest artists of all time had to have a rest now and then. He was idly sat on a couch, bottle of wine he could hardly taste held loosely in his hand, a song playing through the thought player (a most miraculous gift) that he couldn't quite remember right; he regularly frowned and shook his head and the song would change just slightly, the melody still not quite there.At fifteen paces in the sand I left that all behind
A knock at the door caused him to look up, a grin appearing as soon as he recognised the voice of his guest. Ronin was always welcome (one day, he hoped, he might convince him to join the guild) and Bastien stood to greet him.
"Ronin! What could I and my humble sanctuary do for you? If you just wish to use our creative facilities, the floor is open." He gestured widely to the room then went to pour out a drink for his friend.
Now my spirits rise when she turns out the bedroom light
I gently haunt my lover in the cold and tender night
I gently haunt my lover in the cold and tender night
