your soul is able, death is all you cradle
sleeping on the nails, there's nowhere left to fall
katarina
you have admired what every man desires
everyone is king when there's no one left to pawn
Beqanna
Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
there's nowhere left to fall; any
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