Sadness

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I look yonder unto the forest frame in my vision...the black with gold curls and lines painted and dashed across the screen...and I feel alone.

How long has it been...a quarter of a year, or more? The soft shallows of the forest greetings recall me in such a sourless tone...I request ye, allow me back in.

I am a good fae, I have done nothing wrong towards my brethren. Not that I am aware of. I have not danced upon the grave of Run. I have always honored the wise and the gone. What have I done to curse all my brethren...?

The snow falls softly now...I feel the invisible furs of invisible deers flash through myself, and the snow falls softly, the snow winds down...ever softly...

May angels take me down to hell at my eventual death...I trade my soul for life now...

I trade my soul for life...

~ ramblings of a forgotten ghost