Posted by Iolar on November 13, 2008, 5:01 am
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The star-sparkle of his eyes; and effulgence of his hide seemed to amplify in the quiet glade of the Academy. Here; he felt at bay; here - he felt he belonged. Among kindred spirits. Delilah is a breath of fresh air to him; she reminds him of wolves teeth and deer and lonely pines and snow and other arborous things. He finds solace in her euphonious voice; in her words.
In retrospect; there were so many things he could've done differently; young Iolar; in his naïvety and nihilism. He shakes the thought off; he is different now; humble.
Iolar turns to gaze at the moon quietly; but the silence around them is not pregnant with expectations or unease; it's contemplative and calm. Her questions has struck a cord inside him; stored away or forgotten; he doesn't really know. And he struggles against the sudden rush of emotions that ricochets through him. His eyes half-close; and again that gentle smile plays on his lips; as he answers her in his usual mellow voice.
"For the power, Delilah." a pause; he lets his words sink in; shark-teeth upon his flesh.
"Ofcourse, I was young and foolish then. The studies here changed me. I want to help; want to matter - do something for my home. This is why I'm a scholar."
IOLAR
this piece of poetry is meant to do harm
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