Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Lena listened astutely as she crouched to gather a few more sticks to add to their kindling pile, fingers nimbly clambering over the roughened timber. Anju seemed to open to encouraging assimilation amongst the Abandoned – faith in the heralds that had subsequently tarnished them due to one very bad seed. “It’s not a bad idea,” she concurred, wondering if that’s what many of them would want. But they’d have the choice – as most of the world did. “And we certainly have many texts and others willing to educate…,” if they put their prejudice aside.
And some like Gideon, who, well –
Meandering away from that notion of thought, she raised back up from her crouch. “From what I’ve learned, its located in the Grounds, in the Labyrinth.” Pausing, considering, the Caretaker shrugged her shoulders, as if it were just one more adventure on the list. “Have you ever been?”
And some like Gideon, who, well –
Meandering away from that notion of thought, she raised back up from her crouch. “From what I’ve learned, its located in the Grounds, in the Labyrinth.” Pausing, considering, the Caretaker shrugged her shoulders, as if it were just one more adventure on the list. “Have you ever been?”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
