Words of the Constant
Ah, to be young and full of promise.
Will you leave me too?
We all try to fill the void.
Your true nature is revealed!
The focus is so lifeless.
Energy flows through it.
Momentarily relieves my weariness.
I'm sure the next realm will be even more horrible!
No good can come of this.
It's still locked shut.
Is it half built, or half destroyed?
It contains a vital spark.
It looks complicated.
It feels incomplete. Like life without Abigail.
Has the look of something lost to time.
Can only lead to trouble.
It speaks to our soul.
The piece of a horrible whole.
What a hideous creation!
It has no sharp edges.
It's missing something.
Looks a little screwy.
It seems incomplete.
What possible use could this have?
This ring's probably not for wearing.
To peer over the horizon with an unabiding longing.
I could escape if it were more powerful.
It can retreive me from the aether.
A preview of the fires of Hell.
Sleep is but a preview of death.
Long, thin and dangerous!
Sharp, slimy and dangerous.
These are better left unmentioned.
This one is different.
So this is what goes on down below.
Babies!
It shall return, some day.
I was always destined to carry a heavy load.
Its presence marks the edge of the unknown.
Fragments of a powerful material.
Cold-hearted metallic destruction.
It could strike me down.
It may comfort something but it doesn't comfort me.
Pretty.
When I gaze into this limpid pool I dream I can see Abigail.
It's sharp.
Tyger, tyger, burning bright...
Orange striped death on water!
Peril!
A piece of finery to help forget the inescapable wild.