There is comfort in isolation, haven in being heartfree.
My blood belongs to the tower, and my body at its dispose.
As its forge birthed my axe, its soil claims my corpse.
These laws are accepted, as clearly as the breath in my lungs.
My ideas became their weapons, the day my horizon turned red.
In its halls you'll find me, should you ever need a shield.
Immovable, Unstoppable.
Unreasonable...
Hael glanced up from her journal, hearing the familiar clash of weapons in the training yard outside. The promise of a fight taunted her out of her writing, and into the arms of battle once more.
My blood belongs to the tower, and my body at its dispose.
As its forge birthed my axe, its soil claims my corpse.
These laws are accepted, as clearly as the breath in my lungs.
My ideas became their weapons, the day my horizon turned red.
In its halls you'll find me, should you ever need a shield.
Immovable, Unstoppable.
Unreasonable...
Hael glanced up from her journal, hearing the familiar clash of weapons in the training yard outside. The promise of a fight taunted her out of her writing, and into the arms of battle once more.
Edited by Haelolin on 4/19/2012 8:14 PM PDT
