Zeus himself could not undo the web of stone closing around me. I have forgotten the men I was before; I follow the hated path of monotonous walls that is my destiny. Severe galleries which curve in secret circles to the end of the years. Parapets cracked by the days' usury. In the pale dust I have discerned signs that frighten me. In the concave evenings the air has carried a roar toward me, or the echo of a desolate howl. I know there is an Other in the shadows, whose fate it is to wear out the long solitudes which weave and unweave this Hades and to long for my blood and devour my death. Each of us seeks the other. If only this were the final day of waiting.
[But depending how Hell to Earth mail works probably alongside it is a second letter. It took him half the day to work up the ability to write, okay. He was going to leave it at that.]
[Sad Bird in Snow],
There isn't anything odd about saying you are my daughter, is that not the way it works? [Red Bull Gives You Wings] seemed to be calling [Mateus the Corrupt] his stepfather which is far more dubious, and then there is [Chamomile Gatorade (For Poets)] as his brother and father both? I should think then a true daughter-in-law counts.
I am glad to see you seem to be settling in well, [Chamomile Gatorade (for Poets)] sent photos as well. [Red Bull Gives You Wings] was worried what Kyrie would think, but I assume that has gone alright.
Little has happened here besides the usual with games. Avante had an unfortunate loss but I am not sure of their thoughts on it. Our member from your world has gone and been replaced by someone who seems remarkably annoying, which is particularly unfortunate as he wasn't half bad.
Things may be peaceful there now but just you wait until I am back. Then you'll see.
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The Labyrinth
Zeus himself could not undo the web
of stone closing around me. I have forgotten
the men I was before; I follow
the hated
path of monotonous walls
that is my destiny. Severe galleries
which curve in secret circles
to the end of the years. Parapets
cracked by the days' usury.
In the pale dust I have discerned
signs that frighten me. In the concave
evenings the air has carried a roar
toward me, or the echo of a desolate howl.
I know there is an Other in the shadows,
whose fate it is to wear out the long solitudes
which weave and unweave this Hades
and to long for my blood and devour my death.
Each of us seeks the other. If only this
were the final day of waiting.
[But depending how Hell to Earth mail works probably alongside it is a second letter. It took him half the day to work up the ability to write, okay. He was going to leave it at that.]
[Sad Bird in Snow],
There isn't anything odd about saying you are my daughter, is that not the way it works? [Red Bull Gives You Wings] seemed to be calling [Mateus the Corrupt] his stepfather which is far more dubious, and then there is [Chamomile Gatorade (For Poets)] as his brother and father both? I should think then a true daughter-in-law counts.
I am glad to see you seem to be settling in well, [Chamomile Gatorade (for Poets)] sent photos as well. [Red Bull Gives You Wings] was worried what Kyrie would think, but I assume that has gone alright.
Little has happened here besides the usual with games. Avante had an unfortunate loss but I am not sure of their thoughts on it. Our member from your world has gone and been replaced by someone who seems remarkably annoying, which is particularly unfortunate as he wasn't half bad.
Things may be peaceful there now but just you wait until I am back. Then you'll see.
[POWERTHIRST]