atrasties

In the space of moments the world turns slightly askew and things as they were shall never be quit the same. The muse is fled leaving space so small and yet so ominous, requiring to be filled or to be left as a solemn memorial to the goddess. There in the expanse of jagged streets and rippling fields of metal, the glow is lessened. There is no shimmer in the distance to announce her coming, no raising of fanfare to herald the dawn. Twilight has come and with it a darkness of the soul or a cloud in our judgement. My hat is thrown to the ground and I shall kneel upon it to pray for the safety of one far away but held so close in my heart. I have no need for hats today as I let the rain wash over me, drowning me in it's salty sting for it is the accumulated tears of the faithful which are shed for her passing.


Don't forget us lovely lady as we shall not forget you.
wade