WESSEX
the wraith
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
The storm is gone, but that doesn’t settle the needling little voice in the back her head. The one that tells her to go west, young demigod, go forth and explore.
The sun sinks in front of her, fiery and brilliant in the Leafchange sky, causing her shadow to stretch as far behind her as she is tall. The two of them (no - three. Loki arrives with a quiet scree to rebuke her bonded for leaving without her) stretch their legs against the darkening hills. There are the usual sounds of night - the chirp of insects, the high pitched yelp of foxes and the fluttering of bat’s wings as they emerge from their hollows. Wessex smiles, taking it all in. The air seems fresher, unburdened by the threat of war, lighter with optimism and lack of people (thus far).
The sun sinks in front of her, fiery and brilliant in the Leafchange sky, causing her shadow to stretch as far behind her as she is tall. The two of them (no - three. Loki arrives with a quiet scree to rebuke her bonded for leaving without her) stretch their legs against the darkening hills. There are the usual sounds of night - the chirp of insects, the high pitched yelp of foxes and the fluttering of bat’s wings as they emerge from their hollows. Wessex smiles, taking it all in. The air seems fresher, unburdened by the threat of war, lighter with optimism and lack of people (thus far).
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
