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When we finally start talking to each other after the fall, huddling on the side of the island where the black-eyed humans can’t hear us, we all tell the same story. A day that started with the sun rising and waking up and going off to whatever it is we do during the day.
Bony hands,
What do they do?
They play at dice
And with whom?
A promoted demon
Who wants my soul
And they tell him,
Bony hands,
He can have it all!
Of melted glass
And broken waters
A dragon’s eye
And burning fire.
Of icy crystal
And howling wind
A dragon’s claws
And beating wings.
Of rosy quartz
And hematite
A dragon’s heart
And lasting night.
Vert émeraude est ton œil
Et son reflet dans ce lac de glace
Où miroitent tes émotions
Si calmes.
Rouge sang est ta griffe
Et son ombre avant qu’elle ne tombe
Pour s’ancrer dans la chair
De tes ennemis.
The ten story castle
Was not built for battle
But instead was the town
That did nothing but frown
And all the time they are training
The lords and ladies are waiting
To be ready for a war
Bigger than ever before.
Hearing the phantom calls of the organ,
And the soft murmur of the church choir,
Awakened from sleep with a feeling she couldn’t describe,
She got out of bed and followed it outside.
A careful mist lay over her small town, a light shield of protection.
A long time ago, in a place far, far away, it was storming, wind blowing, the sound of thunder cracking like a whip. It was me and my brother, and we were lost in this far away land.
It was raining outside, and our weary Traveler was on a gravel road, walking. With a large sack slung over his shoulder, he crept along at quite a slow pace, monotonously shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He had no cloak, and so he was drenched in the cold rain.
Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there were two kingdoms. The Thintassia Kingdom was led by King Blue Man, and all of the people tried to be like King Blue Man and eat as little as possible. “Skinny is beautiful, skinny is beautiful,” the King would exclaim; the crowd would go wild.
I’ve run through grasses and cut them down
With my new Kokiri sword.
I have only twenty-five rupees,
So the shield I can’t afford.
Once I’ve purchased this wooden defense,
I’ll meet the Great Deku Tree
And start my quest to save the princess
There is a world so different than ours
Where elves walk with man and have mystical powers
And in this world, on the streets of a small castletown
There you’d find the most honorable rogue around
It was home to the King of Thieves.
I. Blue chamber
Take my hand, feel for flesh
beneath the glove, the mask
Catch the notes slipping through
the air (your fingers)
Dance until we die and await the
resurrection
Listen closely.
We will come alive again