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Post by ShadowCatJen on Dec 17, 2023 13:05:38 GMT -5
The early tide shifts and the ferry sails across the Wyvernwater from Thunderstone to Immersea. A woman aboard the craft starts to release flower after flower overboard. Roses and chrysanthemums, tulips and lilies, flowers of all sorts. She didn't stop until the box she had them in was empty. While she did this, she sang a song. A sweet soft slow melody.
Oh where has he gone? Over land, over shore Can you hear my song? Alamor, Alamor
Beneath the waves off the shores of Immersea You sit on your throne and rest peacefully No worried mind for the Neverending war Your heart sublime now in Arvandor
Back then when you called out my name You took my hand and we had no shame Friend we should be, but affection was in my core We did not know what the future had in store
We both had a fear of falling too deep Scars in our hearts, our secrets to keep The nightmares came and you drifted too far I felt alone and I caused you harm
Oh where has he gone? Over land, over shore Can you hear my song? Alamor, Alamor
The war broiled anew, we both danced and swayed Wounds open anew, we didn't know what to say Then the truth came out of your lineage true My heart sank with worry over what you would do
On that last day we did not say farewell Said we would speak later once all was well I should have gone with you on that day Stayed by your side, come what may
But I stayed behind ... And watched you fly ... Over land ... Over shore ... To the water to die ...
Destiny is unkind, and Firehair cruel Frozen love, petrified, never again to bloom
Oh where had he gone? Over land, over shore Can you hear my song? Alamor ... Alamor ... It's said that those on the ferry left the woman be to have her moment of obvious grief. The flowers disappearing under the waves of the Wyvernwater. She disembarked the ferry, a black cat riding her shoulder. To Eveningstar she was bound.
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