by Atropha » Mon Nov 21, 2011 8:07 am
For a moment Nailah just stares at the sky.
"I loved you madly; in the distasteful work of the day, in the wakeful misery of the night, girded by sordid realities, or wandering through Paradises and Hells of visions into which I rushed, carrying your image in my arms, I loved you madly. 'Tis misfortune that awakens defiance, or disdain, or treachery in hearts where these qualities had never come to life but for the circumstance which gave them a being. And thus at the treshold of salvation we behold, unable to contain events unleashed, what follows in our wake, such venerable terrors; and with a smile I tremble at the things we wrought."