Thursday, December 08, 2011

So now at last you seek my aid mighty queen though I have no more advice to give. Have I not foretold that the spoon would yield to you a more rancid revelation at the bottom of the bowl? Now that you taste its hollow gift tis no surprise it is bitter to the heart. I see your dilemma, but it matters not, what you would wish. All that matters is what you will do now the true acrimony of the choices is laid bare. Ten long years have I gazed into the shadowed, withered face of fate trying to read its intent and yet it avails me nothing. I am as blind as a mole in the sunlight. Too long have I wasted in the darkness, it is time to walk into the bright daylight once again alongside my queen.