Of him, and yet - what visions there uprollĪbove my head there screams a flying scroll Like to a demon-king's was grown my maiden face! Until the dryads frightened and dumfoundered The stories of life that on my lips he squandered Pierced to the ragged earth about their roots that lay. Was staggered by the trees with fierce constraint I wandered, like some sweet sequestered saint, To the great serpent that is coiled in rapture there. May kiss his mouth, or by the black sky's rim Nay, for I wept enough - more sacred tears! -Ĭrushed, as a grape between his teeth, my fears Īnd stamped me with the shame, the monstrous word of I wake, and he is gone what should I do but weep? While we wove garlands of the flowers of our minds. With all their thorns we came there at the dawn, Sucked by the dragon down below death's horizon. So, he is gone whose giant sword shed flameīy his life-spasm but he being gone, the same That eats the shores of life, rings round eternity! Writhing above the West, brave hippodromeĪs the blue night devours them, crested comb The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. You wish to know what true monstrosity looks like? Then take a good look at the man above you.” You did not leave your comrades to die because you had failed them as a leader. You have not taken the lives of enemy soldiers fighting for their country, most of whom-if not all-likely had loved ones waiting for their return. You don’t have the lives of others taken by your own hand weighing down on your soul there was nothing you could have done for your father. Just the tips of them, because he can’t risk spreading his sins to her. Your hands-” He uncurls her fingers, splaying open her palms and brushing them with his fingers. You have already done more than he has, just by thinking beyond yourself and of the people. I mean no insult to you, but the king was an old fool. “You have been nothing but pure and noble. He’s not even sure what he’s saying the beast within has taken over once more. “You, a monster? Don’t you ever, ever say that again.” His voice tears out of his throat in a growl.
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