WESSEX
the wraith
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
Oh. That’s a surprise. But let’s circle back to that thought in a moment. Right. No landsharks, no Ursurs or Frost Giants… just a sea monster that can probably sense we’re coming from a mile away. I’m guessing… tentacles. Big teeth. Might be sleeping. And they wake it up. Or it’s waiting for them to go deep enough (is there anything that voluntarily swims down here? Wessex kicks to stay close to Nate. Do I detect some resentment? she asks, noting the jarring shift from jesting to something else - a definitively darker tone. Like this hole. Except maybe not that dark. She begins to feel some pressure on her body, as if the water is heavier - but that’s not possible, is it?
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
