Post by The Seer on Jan 13, 2004 14:29:00 GMT -5
::Visions came so quickly that The Seer could not eat, sleep was haunted by them. Again in a tavern The Seer was found, face down on a table babbling::
The bejewled woman Looked upon the kingdom. A place where she once lived and worked. A place where she was beloved and once a leader. How many times had she chosen what was best for the kingdom over what was best for her?
Turning away one that she truly loved for the love of a blue knight. Loosing again a husband and child to death. A Rowan Tree grows strong and tall in the midst of the gardens so beloved. Now mated to the one she turned away. Always wondering if it was her choice that kept them from marriage, and secretely feeling that she did not deserve to be married to the one she turned away. Chosing to be content with what was offered, for now she had so much more to lose and her fear kept her from asking for her hearts desire.
Harsh choices to leave the things she loved, for a better love, always protecting. Love for family that of perfect love. Love that demands nothing. Love that would have her bow before friend at the risk of losing respect for the love of a child.
She who was named protector of children, must now chose child or kingdom, and in her heart the choice already made. She whose hands heal must reek destruction on the land, so that The Mother can be healed through her wrath.
The bejewled woman Looked upon the kingdom. A place where she once lived and worked. A place where she was beloved and once a leader. How many times had she chosen what was best for the kingdom over what was best for her?
Turning away one that she truly loved for the love of a blue knight. Loosing again a husband and child to death. A Rowan Tree grows strong and tall in the midst of the gardens so beloved. Now mated to the one she turned away. Always wondering if it was her choice that kept them from marriage, and secretely feeling that she did not deserve to be married to the one she turned away. Chosing to be content with what was offered, for now she had so much more to lose and her fear kept her from asking for her hearts desire.
Harsh choices to leave the things she loved, for a better love, always protecting. Love for family that of perfect love. Love that demands nothing. Love that would have her bow before friend at the risk of losing respect for the love of a child.
She who was named protector of children, must now chose child or kingdom, and in her heart the choice already made. She whose hands heal must reek destruction on the land, so that The Mother can be healed through her wrath.