If Sought
For toblass: sharing The Faerie Queene.
In his voice, she heard his case. For there is a volume in her small library on this poem – some would call it archaic. Others classify the language used as obsolete.
But as he read to her, she heard it. The low threads of his voice spun around the tale, weaving it, completing it, and Marianne knew then that she had been terribly wrong. Wrong to dismiss him for his age, wrong to classify him as something that he was not.
She had been wrong, and still he read to her; still he smiled upon her.
There was hope yet.