I'm beginning to understand first hand what I believe to be Mist's part of Mist's alliance with Ilsare.
Though proposing to do good for the hearts of yourself, the hearts of others, and the hearts of all.. Ilsare's dogma fancies this chaotic twisting changing emotion called love.
The nature of the thing that can make ones heart pause, skip, and flutter, and proposes some trial and fear, can be, for lack of better words, insanely chaotic.
I do not believe real love to be fickle like a chaotically changing storm. But, more like the ebb and flow of the ocean's great tides there is a quiet persistence that will always return despite whatever storm thrashes at the surface of the waters. It is this persistent sort, that follows such rhythms as the lapping ocean waves, which beats in my heart.
I'm sure there is more though, to Lady Doom's alliance with The Goddess of Love though.
Should one set sail on the ocean's ocean, letting go freely and taking both smooth waters and treacherous depth in kind? Or I wonder, does Mist herself have an anchor to drop someplace.
I found much respect Ilsare, but to do only good for the hearts of others knowing what I know now is something I cannot.
Perhaps my prayer does indeed belong at another temple.
*Written on slightly thick cream colored parchment in elegant flowing blue script that echoes of the shape of waves*
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Quiet song
so long
rains pour
into night
Thunder crash
waves thrash
lightening strikes
so bright
Quiet prayer
salty air
swift winds
sailing right
Mist's will
to fulfill
while hard
within sight
Bar raised
goddess praised
faith found
in divine
Cards set
wager bet
hardest test
now mine
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Everlasting Embrace
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Tonight I saw the skies all alight, with those jagged blue flames. Ripped across the sky, like a life invaded. In a moment... gone. But spoken with conviction. Stepped up to the fight, in this moment of ambition. Falling stars, falling sky, falling sands in the glass of womanly figure, fleeting thoughts may pass again
only to return with stronger vigor.
Tonight I felt the soft rains, and smelled the sweet salt sea. Ripples in the ocean, and waves thrashing all around me. Caught within the storm, trapped within the fog, looking for the calm, the calm promise of words spoken. Gale winds, Mist’s gift, the land slides into waters deep, fleeting moment’s pass,
while precious ones we keep.
Today I thought I awoke, to the cold of the bed beside me, empty sheets I thought I dreamt of days as a widowed bride. Caught in reflection, wreathed in thoughts that disguise my pride. Like the ocean’s ebb and flow while winds wreck havoc on the tides. Cool pride, soft side, and the beats of heart trace. Caught is the storm,
by one moment to embrace.
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