KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He thought the swelling music meant his prayer was answered. That something divine was happening, that his wish might be granted. But oh, with the surging hope, the disappointment when he was proved wrong became all the harder to swallow.
The silence that fell on him was absolute. Thick, heavy, oppressive. Not even the sounds of his own body reached him anymore. No heartbeat, or breath, or the groan of muscles and tendons as he staggered to his feet. Truly staggered, because apparently being able to hear your own feet connect with the ground was as important as feeling it.
Shocked, reeling and with something acrid and bitter filling his mouth - so there was no repenting for him, then? - Korbin turned his back on the shrine, and with lute in hand he stalked off. Tried to, at least... It was more akin to a despairaing shuffle.
And the silence still remained.
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- Fin
The silence that fell on him was absolute. Thick, heavy, oppressive. Not even the sounds of his own body reached him anymore. No heartbeat, or breath, or the groan of muscles and tendons as he staggered to his feet. Truly staggered, because apparently being able to hear your own feet connect with the ground was as important as feeling it.
Shocked, reeling and with something acrid and bitter filling his mouth - so there was no repenting for him, then? - Korbin turned his back on the shrine, and with lute in hand he stalked off. Tried to, at least... It was more akin to a despairaing shuffle.
And the silence still remained.
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- Fin
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
