Dealing with a mean case of writer's block and low motivation. This was meant to be at the end of ORR, but I thought I might as well give you this crumb since I don't know when I will post another chapter of anything.
I'm not sure how much sense it makes without any knowledge of the BC (and truth be told I don't know how much sense it makes with) because I haven't really gotten around to telling Wulf's past yet. But, well, here goes. Hope you'll still enjoy it.
On the road to ruin
I wander,
Lost my dreams
Of and home and hearth
Torn asunder,
Heart and soul.
o
From fate's chosen path
Nimble as a thief
I stole away at night
Many years ago,
Today
I killed love.
o
Meandered blind
Forgot to grieve
I lost my way.
Now I grin and laugh again
For you will find
No footprint of my passing.
o
And of the battles I have fought
Only a tale to spin remains
I lied
But you will never know
Because the scars are all
On the inside.
o
To save myself
I let go of your hand.
Why can't you see?
The evening never brought
What the sunrise
Once had promised me.
o
And I cannot believe my eyes
Yet here before me you stand
The burdens of the past
I cast aside
Till in your arms I find at last
Respite.
This work is a part of the Blacktyde Chronicles. Title because all of the pieces form a whole. Mind the sap, don't get stuck. :D