Lonely shadows following me
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
He was a shadow amidst the gathered crowd, standing mutely against a wall with hands shoved deep into the pockets of his long coat. With other people stepping up to become the center of attention, he was spared much of the oogling. Weaver's brother, the walking reminder of how shitty things could become. How quickly fortunes changed.
Korbin tried to listen to the speeches, but the words blurred together and became lost in the memory of another firelit night. Weaver hadn't needed speeches. The people had closed in behind her with a simple 'will you follow?' and everything else was but a pale imitation to his mind.
It didn't matter to him who got the title. They were both already inferior to the Scythe. Always would be.
Korbin closed his eyes, and waited for it all to be over.
Korbin tried to listen to the speeches, but the words blurred together and became lost in the memory of another firelit night. Weaver hadn't needed speeches. The people had closed in behind her with a simple 'will you follow?' and everything else was but a pale imitation to his mind.
It didn't matter to him who got the title. They were both already inferior to the Scythe. Always would be.
Korbin closed his eyes, and waited for it all to be over.
Thousand voices dead at my feet
Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone
Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone
