Chapter 1 Version 2My confession now…Chapter 1 Version 2
This shall be the final confession of Rynna Pryde Sunfire, known to some as the Lady Viola Desideria, Blood of the Fates, and Keeper of the Path. I write this down so that my soul may rest easy in death, cleansed of all the darkness hidden within me. It is my will upon my death that this document shall be given to them whom I shall name, that I may say my farewells I was forbidden in life. This is my confession, the truth of the totality of my life. It will start at the beginning of my life, not when I was born, but when those who shape my life the most fished me from the sea…
Chapter 1 version 1Chapter One: The Shoals of Isla CarnaChapter 1 version 1
There comes a moment in the middle of deepest, darkest midnight where the world goes very calm, where nothing moves, and there is no sound at all. The air becomes stifling in its stillness, and hard as one tries, they can’t hear even the beating of their own heart. In that very second, when the world is still and silent and almost non-existent, one can feel it, bubbling up from the Earth – a strange sensation, not like anything that can be felt at any other time, nor by any other person than the one that takes the time to listen, to wait, and to feel with all their very soul
You and MeYou and MeYou and Me
Who knew it would happen? It certainly wasn't me. But the first think that I could see In your eyes was eternity. Dreams grow fast beyond our reach, Ignoring the lessons life needs to teach. But then the day comes when you can't stop the tide, And you can't pull away and the truth won't hide. What ever happened to you and me? Was it nothing more than a dream I dreamed? Why does life have to end up this way? Leaving us just to say: Whatever happened to you and me? My heart was yours from the start.
TrappedTrappedTrapped
I’ve been trapped in myself longer than you know, Trapped in my world cold as new fallen snow. I’d always hoped one day I’d be free, But I’m still behind the bars that you can’t see.
So I sing out my song, I sing out my heart, I weave the words so we might never part. But here I stay in my gilded cage, Trapped in my pain and trapped in my rage.
I waited for my soul to break and to settle, For the world to test my metal. But here I am, I’m still alone At your feet and at your throne.
So I sing out my song, I sing out my heart, &nbs
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We blind ourselves to the world and hide within the narrow cell we consign ourselves to. We do not question, and we do not feel. We only pay and fear and trust in lies. So say the Godsellers and so will it be.
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