Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Lena listened with rapt attention – eyes widening again, attempting to recognize the scenario being brought to life. With any luck at all, or maybe skill, after all of this was done, she’d never have to encounter this particular plot and outline, but she begrudgingly accepted the notions.
If with the slightest twitch of fear in her fingers.
“Okay,” was compliance, followed by a nod, as she glanced at where her sword would be laying, and then back to the dummy. Crouching as if to tend to this poor individual’s severed proportions, she couldn’t help the anticipated, apprehensive notions, gaze going in all sorts of directions, waiting for the inevitable.
If with the slightest twitch of fear in her fingers.
“Okay,” was compliance, followed by a nod, as she glanced at where her sword would be laying, and then back to the dummy. Crouching as if to tend to this poor individual’s severed proportions, she couldn’t help the anticipated, apprehensive notions, gaze going in all sorts of directions, waiting for the inevitable.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
