Ishamael simply stared blankly at the rose. And all shall be well and So that was it? All manner of thing shall be well Win her heart and his powers would return. How very... ironic. He had till the rose withered then, or he would never be able to escape this place. Not that he had not been planning on winning her heart as it was, but... When the tongues of flame are in-folded With a grimace, Ishamael slowly rose to his feet. The old man was gone. How odd. Sighing, he picked up the rose and turned it over several times in his hands. Into the crowned knot of fire No matter. And the fire and the rose are one. Gazing up at the grey sky, a few fat raindrops splattered on his face in the empty park. Water coursing down his cheeks like tears, and his white suit darkening, the budding rose in his hand clenched tightly. The cold wind whispered amongst the willows on that dark night.
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And all shall be well and
So that was it?
All manner of thing shall be well
Win her heart and his powers would return. How very... ironic. He had till the rose withered then, or he would never be able to escape this place. Not that he had not been planning on winning her heart as it was, but...
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
With a grimace, Ishamael slowly rose to his feet. The old man was gone. How odd. Sighing, he picked up the rose and turned it over several times in his hands.
Into the crowned knot of fire
No matter.
And the fire and the rose are one.
Gazing up at the grey sky, a few fat raindrops splattered on his face in the empty park. Water coursing down his cheeks like tears, and his white suit darkening, the budding rose in his hand clenched tightly. The cold wind whispered amongst the willows on that dark night.
(Incipit Ultima Tentatio)