"Holy is the artem, a gift from the gods. The one that lights the path. The one who kills the bride."
The flaming sword pierced through her heart as she fell and I caught her down below.
She caressed the cheeks that never became dry.
She said without a sound, only air from her lungs established the words: "Thank you".
"Kirstine"
She was not perfect but she was the most amazing lady I have ever met. I never got to dance with her one last time. I thought I'd get to see a more beautiful and peaceful world with her by my side. It destroys me to know that she'll never see how her life saved this realm.
A desert, I felt like. Drained of the water that sustained me. Abandoned by the rivers that gave it life.
What are the stars for if not to light this gloomy night? My stars dim. My univ
