..and I, sweet spirit of forgiveness, will tear you limb from merciful limb..”
It is shaky ground that one stands upon, when the reality of a fictitious creation crashes down. It is worse, upon the wearer, when the shielding garb of monotony is shredded for the graces of a vicious tempest. The soulful mourning unlike any cries heard beneath the moonlight..
Simplicity marks the foolish, and bares weight upon the tearful heart.