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
“Yeah, sure.” It doesn’t feel like there’s much more she can say on the matter, at least not in her defense, because she’s well aware that the problem isn’t with anything she’s done. Wessex shrugs again, and at this time, the gourds seem to start to take the hint that between their two blades, the little demons are vastly outmatched. Bouncing away, the Wraith finds her fighting stance relaxing and then dissolving completely.
She looks at Sah for a moment, and then the memory of what the Voice said came back to her and something else hits her. It’s probably all connected. She feels a bit like a disappointed mother.
“Anything else you want to tell me while I’m here?” she asks quietly, glancing away and up to the slate grey sky, where nothing flies and snow does not yet fall.
She looks at Sah for a moment, and then the memory of what the Voice said came back to her and something else hits her. It’s probably all connected. She feels a bit like a disappointed mother.
“Anything else you want to tell me while I’m here?” she asks quietly, glancing away and up to the slate grey sky, where nothing flies and snow does not yet fall.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
