White Blood

I  was afraid I would fail. Fall arms flailing. Feeling nothing. Fleeing the clips of heartstrings.
You knew you would sooner fall. Carried away from hearth before you had all your say.
You prayed. Thankful for every new day. For friends and gifts unweighed.
You spoke. Gentle words that still provoked. Strength to rise above life’s yoke.
I’m ready. To fall and fear no fail. To feel the pain. To get up. To find another way.
                                                                                                        –For Nevender

 

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The Vulture’s Laugh

anomander-rake

If you knew where this path led
Would you have walked it?
If you knew the pain at love’s solemn end
Would you have awakened it?

In darkness the wheel turns
In darkness the dust dims
In red fire the wheel burns
In darkness the sun spins

If you knew the thought in your head
Would you have spoken it?
If by this one word you betrayed a friend
Would you have uttered it?

In darkness the wheel turns
In darkness the dust dims
In red fire the wheel burns
In darkness the sun spins

If you knew the face of the dead
Would you have touched it?
If by this coin a soul’s journey to send
Would you have stolen it?

In darkness the wheel turns
In darkness the dust dims
In red fire the wheel burns
In darkness the sun spins

Sparak Chant
Psalm VII ‘The Vulture’s Laugh’
The Sparak Nethem
Malazan Book of The Fallen

Eddard said…

Most bullets in modern guns are supersonic over their effective range, so take comfort in the sound of bullets. You won’t hear the one that kills you.

And the king said, “Logical guy Ed: As if people be standing around thinking, ‘Was that subsonic or supersonic? Let me wait for the next one and see.'”

250

Days. To make it or break. And break away from this ambling lonesome existence. Insistence is resistance in the face of indifference and it seems then the will to live and love again is a prize worth the risk. Risk to what? No risk if the end is inevitable. Only effort. Only will.