Diaries of the Moonlight Hours

He knows I will not refuse the honour. He knows I will not refuse the duty. Especially for her.

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…

I fear that I am truly here. And that nobody truly knows it. I fear that I am, indeed, truly right here.

Life has a strange way to remind me that I’m still worthy of a queen.

“Unbind the treasures that need not be worn, fore their beauty will remain.”

I cannot help but wonder how she fares, right at this moment. Right at every moment, rather.

Where have all the winds gone? Where is all of the sweet song?