Post by care on Jan 28, 2020 15:30:32 GMT -7
Dear journal
I don't know how long I have been here, in the keep. I don't know much anymore to be frank. I've decided to start writting my thoughts and my songs so I don't lose myself. I never could imagine one could inflict so much pain on other beings, and they don't even beat me that much. But I'm decided, I will not let them break me. I will bend, I will play and kneel to their power, but I will keep my heart away. Everyone I know is dead, there is no hope there, but I will not let their tyrany steal my soul and my music. I will keep my faith intact, and I will pray every night and every sunrise. I can't let them find you, so I will have to burn this page as soon as I am done writting it, but just the act of it is defiance and it feels enough.
I'm afraid all the time now, for the most insignificant reason they can beat me or even lash me. I'm not strong or brave like the heroes of my songs. I can't even talk in guri anymore, they forbade it. But they like my songs, they let me sing and play, they even order it. I will learn they music, but in my heart, I will also keep the flame of hope alive with it. They gave me the paper I am writting with right now so I could learn their song and writte down their "heroics". I can't desobay, but they don't know that I can use the paper also for myself. Right now, no one is paying attention to me anymore. They think me broken, and I probably am. But as long as I have my music, my familly and my soul will be alive.
Oh Selune, please watch over me at night, like you do with all the good souls that are lost in the dark. Show me the right path to return to light, to remain alive. I commit this song I was working on before they attack and killed my family to this paper. I hope that when I burn it, you will keep it safe for me.
Please Lathander, lord of Hope, Lord of the morning. I never really prayed to you before, but I do now. Please keep the flame of kindness and compassion alive in me. I'm afraid that will all the violence, with the fear and hatred around me, I lose that capacity. I don't want to be insensible or uncaring. Show me a way to help others and not die or be crippled in the process. I'm not courageous enough to fight them openly, but there must be a way to do so without too much harm to myself. Please, guide me into this. I know you usually are the lord of fertility and birth, but for now, please protect me from this so I don't bring an innocent into violence and grief. Give the me strength and the beauty to protect me.
I don't know how long I have been here, in the keep. I don't know much anymore to be frank. I've decided to start writting my thoughts and my songs so I don't lose myself. I never could imagine one could inflict so much pain on other beings, and they don't even beat me that much. But I'm decided, I will not let them break me. I will bend, I will play and kneel to their power, but I will keep my heart away. Everyone I know is dead, there is no hope there, but I will not let their tyrany steal my soul and my music. I will keep my faith intact, and I will pray every night and every sunrise. I can't let them find you, so I will have to burn this page as soon as I am done writting it, but just the act of it is defiance and it feels enough.
I'm afraid all the time now, for the most insignificant reason they can beat me or even lash me. I'm not strong or brave like the heroes of my songs. I can't even talk in guri anymore, they forbade it. But they like my songs, they let me sing and play, they even order it. I will learn they music, but in my heart, I will also keep the flame of hope alive with it. They gave me the paper I am writting with right now so I could learn their song and writte down their "heroics". I can't desobay, but they don't know that I can use the paper also for myself. Right now, no one is paying attention to me anymore. They think me broken, and I probably am. But as long as I have my music, my familly and my soul will be alive.
Oh Selune, please watch over me at night, like you do with all the good souls that are lost in the dark. Show me the right path to return to light, to remain alive. I commit this song I was working on before they attack and killed my family to this paper. I hope that when I burn it, you will keep it safe for me.
Oh Selune, silver light in the night,
You who is the were’s guardian, and the wanderer’s aid!
Direct my footsteps through the woodland shade;
So my heart never lose the right path's sight
[Chorus]
Radiant, resplendently you gleams,
Opale Goddess who guard my Dreams
While your soft silver drips shimmering
You watches while I dance under your wing
By your pale beams I solitary rove,
To you my journey I confide;
Serenely sweet you adorn the silent grove,
My light, my goddess, and my guide.
[Chorus]
Amidst the shades of night
I court your undulating light
And when at dawn you depart
I will keep this prayer in my heart
[Chorus]
Let your arms enfold us
Through the darkest night
May your protection hold us
Till we see the light
You who is the were’s guardian, and the wanderer’s aid!
Direct my footsteps through the woodland shade;
So my heart never lose the right path's sight
[Chorus]
Radiant, resplendently you gleams,
Opale Goddess who guard my Dreams
While your soft silver drips shimmering
You watches while I dance under your wing
By your pale beams I solitary rove,
To you my journey I confide;
Serenely sweet you adorn the silent grove,
My light, my goddess, and my guide.
[Chorus]
Amidst the shades of night
I court your undulating light
And when at dawn you depart
I will keep this prayer in my heart
[Chorus]
Let your arms enfold us
Through the darkest night
May your protection hold us
Till we see the light
Please Lathander, lord of Hope, Lord of the morning. I never really prayed to you before, but I do now. Please keep the flame of kindness and compassion alive in me. I'm afraid that will all the violence, with the fear and hatred around me, I lose that capacity. I don't want to be insensible or uncaring. Show me a way to help others and not die or be crippled in the process. I'm not courageous enough to fight them openly, but there must be a way to do so without too much harm to myself. Please, guide me into this. I know you usually are the lord of fertility and birth, but for now, please protect me from this so I don't bring an innocent into violence and grief. Give the me strength and the beauty to protect me.
What does not kill us, makes us stronger
They may hit us with their swords
They may tread upon us with their words,
But we are still free to hope and dream
Even if we lost ourselves to terror
Even if we chose the wrong way
We've let our heart be led astray
We still have in us the urge to redeem
Life is a battle, a hand-to-hand
But at our fingers' end, there's gold
You only have but to extend
You'll find your hope unfold
Life can seem like a lonely trail
People may disappoint or others betray,
but remember kindness freely given away,
will always spark an other without fail.
Life can be tough, there's no doubt,
But hope is the thing we can't do without.
Right things with joy will come about...
That's what the dawn is all about.
They may hit us with their swords
They may tread upon us with their words,
But we are still free to hope and dream
Even if we lost ourselves to terror
Even if we chose the wrong way
We've let our heart be led astray
We still have in us the urge to redeem
Life is a battle, a hand-to-hand
But at our fingers' end, there's gold
You only have but to extend
You'll find your hope unfold
Life can seem like a lonely trail
People may disappoint or others betray,
but remember kindness freely given away,
will always spark an other without fail.
Life can be tough, there's no doubt,
But hope is the thing we can't do without.
Right things with joy will come about...
That's what the dawn is all about.
