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Down Time [GRP, DNR]
Topic Started: Fri Feb 23, 2018 10:55 pm (33 Views)
Anda
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Anda knelt in front of the paper in her room, a blank page with an inkwell and brush next to it. She found it calming, pursuing such things in between her missions. She was dressed in a simple robe, her hair pulled back, her appearance and accommodation spartan, yet refined. She picked up the brush, her carefully cleaned and softened hands hiding the number of times a blade had been in their grasp. She allowed her mind to wander, slowly willing it to a state of non-focus, and let the words come from instinct, from what she bore on her heart.

"The bodies of the heavens course a path like a river through stone
A twirl like unto the turns of those who dance for coin
But our days beneath them, to even the wisest are not known
And all face the sunder of soul and flesh that birth doth join

My hands are a cup, and the wine that flows is red
It tastes bitter upon the tongue of the wicked like ash
No amount of wringing can purify the cup of dregs
It overflows, pouring out the sins of days past

Kneel to pray, to your gods of legend and desparation
Call on them, if your prayers reach their ears
Burn before me, heathens, under the steel of separation
Cry out in mourning, will your gods hear your tears

Envy the widows, as my cup runneth over
And you fill it with transgressions and gold
My wrath does not age, sweet and bitter as clover
And judgement, this wine shall not withhold

Call on me, oh vineyards, of sin and transgression
That I may crush your grapes for my tongue
Beg for mercy, cry out in confession
As I drink my fill, my glory unsung."
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