Blunderbess

After a couple days on the road, it became very apparent to Razabeth that she would require more than the clothes on her back to make this work. While the horse seemed content to continue on regardless of the weather, the girl did not share her work ethic. It was spring… and in the greenbelt of the Empire that meant rain. Lots of it. There really was not much left of the highborn lass that had set out afire with righteousness. It was very likely she had drowned a while back. Now her long hair was tangled and pulled back into a rough bun on the back of her neck. Her once bright red dress was dark with water and grime. The Popinjay had tr

While she lay on her back in the dust, looking up into the misty blue sky, Razabeth became aware of how very grateful she was that there was no one there to witness her final humiliation. The horse quite peacefully browsed the foliage, it's subtle rusting telling her it was close nearby somewhere out of her line of sight. A cold sense of emptiness began to set in. For a moment she closed her eyes and surrendered to it. Allowed herself to feel the full implication of the choices she had made in the past few hours. Two tear trails burned cold against her flushed cheeks. She allowed herself just this small moment of self-pity. Then she got angry

The rain has come, It's cold drops falling like tears. Phoenix flying caught unawares entranced with the fiery colors of autumn. Is battered by the freezing realization, that the time has come, for darkness. The fire has gone, snuffed out by the hovering storm. Phoenix mourning lies weeping. A bedraggled thing huddled small for comfort, made bony and frail by the wet. stripped of beauty and hope The snow falls deep. a soft numb blanket to dull the pain. Phoenix sleeping seems dead. Eyes staring and mouth agape with silent screams, Aching and yearning for the sun, and the quickening of spring to awake again.

I tried to watch the sky fall but you were sleeping... and the clouds had rolled in when I wasn't looking. I stood on the terrace disappointed and ready to give up but I saw a streak of silver in the corner of my eye. I couldn't tell if I was crying Or if a star had crossed my path but I couldn't look away in case I missed something... So I just stood there Leaning out over the railing Neck craned at an impossible angle Needing more.