Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
“Given time then,” and she smiled; pretending as if there were infinite amounts of it, instead of the limited multitudes before the notions of travel, of exploration, were all gone by the wayside.
Her attention, however, strongly yearned and wound to the discourse of the water horse, and her charcoal began flying neatly across the page, along a new scrawl of notes – face thoroughly enlightened, if the ebullient, beaming grin was anything to go by. “They’re quite elusive when they want to be,” she mentioned offhandedly, humming under her breath. Eventually, she pried her eyes away from the parchment, and back to Lilliane, the same proportions of her features remaining, warm and pleasant, despite the warnings instilled thereafter. “You’re very lucky it only did that. It likes to lure others to ride it, and then drops them.” Leaving the Accepted to fill in the blanks on what came thereafter; but usually pain and death.
Her attention, however, strongly yearned and wound to the discourse of the water horse, and her charcoal began flying neatly across the page, along a new scrawl of notes – face thoroughly enlightened, if the ebullient, beaming grin was anything to go by. “They’re quite elusive when they want to be,” she mentioned offhandedly, humming under her breath. Eventually, she pried her eyes away from the parchment, and back to Lilliane, the same proportions of her features remaining, warm and pleasant, despite the warnings instilled thereafter. “You’re very lucky it only did that. It likes to lure others to ride it, and then drops them.” Leaving the Accepted to fill in the blanks on what came thereafter; but usually pain and death.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
