Category: Letters to an Angel
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96th Letter
I’ve finally untethered that crippling cord. That sapper of storm. That suffocator of flame. I’ve finally set the vein to bleed. In due time, it will wither away. And you know what that means, don’t you, my darling. My truth is free The animal The spitter of truth The beast who speaks how he feels.…
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95th Letter
What is there to even worry about? That’s their music. I’ve got my own The capital. Early. Just awaken. The horde. Slowly making their way to where ever they are due. The phenomenon is quite impressive. Almost to the point where I was missing the true enjoyment of what their melody had to offer. But…
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94th Letter
He knows I will not refuse the honour. He knows I will not refuse the duty. Especially for her.
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These lands are cold. I’ve sailed to the wrong place. Each step I take here, a shivering wind kindly says ‘Hello’. But not all hope is lost, for these lands, at the least. I bring what every knight brings to the darkness. Though it may not be easy to keep it alive in such a…
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I recognize this dim place. This untasteful shade. Comfortably unsoothing. Anything but this cold silence is too irratable to bear. Any outside beacon is no longer welcome, or so existence here coaxes me to believe. How did I end up here again? I recognize this air all too well. The lack of warmth, whether visually…
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91st Letter
I fear that I am truly here. And that nobody truly knows it. I fear that I am, indeed, truly right here.
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88th Letter
I cannot help but wonder how she fares, right at this moment. Right at every moment, rather.
Diaries of the Moonlight Hours 