By: Ale Posted on: April 08, 2004
I stand here a shadow
Hands bound by gossamer threads
A prisoner of darkness
By my own will.
Love eternal brought me to you
And now children, ignorant, offer release
My eyes are closed to them, my lips silent
I dont need their hope.
I stand here as a shadow
A whisper, a memory
The spirit of a shade, lost to the world
You have my soul.
Bound through my will
A promise made, forever kept
I think not of what may have been
I live within you.
Author's note:
This short poem is written from Propasia to Urania. Propasia sacrificed
herself to merge with Urania, allowing Urania to live. Now they are as
one. Rociel and I, not knowing this, tried to invite Propasia to come
live at Scarlatti's temple in Cyrene. After many days spent questing,
Lord Twilight explained the situation to us. This poem is Propasia's cry
to us, and a reflection of the verse that intruiged Twilight to the
point of coming to Propasia and explaining the situation to Rociel and
myself.