Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
“I do,” she echoed, sketching out another form of the bird on the same page, from opposing sides, in case there was anything different from the other. As for the why, Lena didn’t have a clear, decisive answer or deeper meanings – and wouldn’t be arrogant enough to believe herself the only one worthy of tending to such a world. She had a great many helpers too, as they all tended to the wake of creatures who required care and soothing alms.
So it had been with great faith, dedication, and adherence that the Caretaker had accepted such a role – eventually turning her features back to the youth, unaware of the child’s role in the scheme of things. “Frey asked me to.”
So it had been with great faith, dedication, and adherence that the Caretaker had accepted such a role – eventually turning her features back to the youth, unaware of the child’s role in the scheme of things. “Frey asked me to.”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
