It's taken a lifetime to lose my way
All the wasted time on my hands turns to sand
An end and a beginning; renewal on the breadth of frozen air and sojourns across landscapes. Pathways thawed, passable, leant towards his movement, a General again permitted to leave the walls, the surroundings, the enclosures. No stagnant nature to his steps, no leisurely stroll to his savage pace, a bristling wake in the balm of Flowerbirth, in the arrival of potential and the survival of kin, of brethren – of a LongNight where they lived, instead of perished. Where they triumphed, instead of fell apart. He’d never known such a feat; not when he’d been immersed in the wakes of its doom and damnation.
There were two that followed him now. Zuriel in her haughty, imperial walk, not to be diminished or outdone, strolled behind him, long limbs matching his blistering march, and Belial, overhead, a flutter of blackened wings, curious and inquiring. A welcoming party; a return home, a way to ease the trials in the back of his mind, an impasse into whatever came their way next.
They came to the caves, familiar and gaping, elongated in their frigid wares – and he watched his breath plume, before dauntlessly standing near the portal. A waiting game now – and the beast would remain in his diligence, in his formidable expanse, a steady, stalwart statue, until the Harpy returned.
There were two that followed him now. Zuriel in her haughty, imperial walk, not to be diminished or outdone, strolled behind him, long limbs matching his blistering march, and Belial, overhead, a flutter of blackened wings, curious and inquiring. A welcoming party; a return home, a way to ease the trials in the back of his mind, an impasse into whatever came their way next.
They came to the caves, familiar and gaping, elongated in their frigid wares – and he watched his breath plume, before dauntlessly standing near the portal. A waiting game now – and the beast would remain in his diligence, in his formidable expanse, a steady, stalwart statue, until the Harpy returned.
I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
