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This set is inspired by marble, silver and moon pearls.  Upon Palamir when the world still beat with millions of hearts, in the city of Dresmorlin, war came upon the sons of man. Sorrow songs shook the world long before word was put to paper. "What is beyond this loss....this moment?" The question set Zaranna Celeste to trembling as had the tears. The light leaped from star to star across his face and then vanished. She closed her eyes and Charlon Michael was gone. A soldier of the realm is what they called him. Now, he walked between the worlds on his way home, but as Zaranna Celeste, I didn't know that, wouldn't know that until the time of my own death upon Palamir. It rained for one hundred and thirty days and still it couldn't wash away the blood. Mud and death seemed to blend together as one. War cries muffled the cries of sorrow; both haunted every soul even in the birth waters. There are no visionaries here, no candle's light to show the way home for the living. I see the chldren's illuminous faces like doomed pearls streaked with mud in the moonlight searching for parents that won't be returning home. What was my grief to theirs? The moon's blood howls; lightening flashes and the dead fall into a shroud of mud and blood. My glance will survive their staring eyes. We couldn't stop the war, the evil had a life all its own. Why did Charlon leave me with death prowling our nights and ambushing our sleep. There are no answers, only questions. Crouching in the mud and blood, I rise from the death, crowned with a circle of horns woven with moonlight. Stumbling, I go out and number the dead and secret away the stories to the doom of a whole world. Back home in Ellylion, all is remembered, all is recorded page upon page. Racked with grief, I'm on my knees, Michael's accusing eyes above me. "What did you do to Palamir?", he demands. Weeping, I whimper, tear soaked pages clutched to my heart, "I remembered.....Light forgive me, I remembered." |
There have been people all along the way that have made a difference in my life. These sets are dedicated to them. This set is dedicated to my mother for Mother's Day. The difference she makes in my life is unmeasureable as the sands upon the beach. |
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