She was ready to leave home, her journey planned out for so long,. and in a moment it was all taken away.. It tears at her skin. It pulls out her hair..
Searching for guidance on an altar of dreams.. Laying before death and torn at the seams.. The stiching of scars, the knitting of bones,. Bound by the healers, the holder of thrones..
In the afterglow, the bond remains unbroken. when young hearts have been awoken.. Just follow the light. This distance,. it doesn't matter to us.. Standing by, waiting for our stories to be told. We hold..