You reach out with an open hand
And I can't fill it
You reach out to lift me up, saint-like
But I haven't got an offering
You're left empty handed in more ways than one
I'm just a fool, but I know
I haven't got a damn thing to give you
I know there's a price, see
No matter how freely you give
And I can't have you paying my debts
I can't put the cost to you
It's my own; it belongs to me
Like my sins and past and dreams
I've got no trinket to put into your waiting palm
Or into the debtor's purse, whoever the hell
it is who collects on these things
You see, I've got nothing to offer at all
You keep waiting for my hand to touch y
I
But what was shattered is yet unbroken
The sun in shards but still in her eyes
Nothing gave birth to Everything
And now Nothing kills all lies
To hear she must be deaf
To see she must be blind
Severance gives her freedom
When all the senses bind
When the world fragments into splinters
When silence brings her world to a broken dole
They see only pieces and can never comprehend
That being broken has made her whole
II
She discerns what they do not see
She knows the shifting tide
When Truth walks to meet her
Her eyes she cannot cannot hide
Everything is a slippery thing
As shifting as the desert sands
But Nothing shows her w
Turn Her Eyes
All kinetic tenacity
She's protective and world-sensitive
Stubborn as her heart that's beating
She can't turn her eyes,
No she can't turn her eyes
Even though it's her faith that's bleeding
As suddenly she blinks awake,
Into unfolding dark perceptions
Into a kind of deep-felt duty
She can't turn her eyes,
No she can't turn her eyes
Even though it's her faith that's bleeding
What to do when the
World is on her shoulders
And the ground is nowhere in sight?
And she can't just look away,
'Cause she's not that kind of Angel
So she breaks as she stands to fight.
She can't turn her eyes,
No she can't turn her eyes
The Lady of Anas-Kai, pt. 1 by ForsakenProphetess, literature
Literature
The Lady of Anas-Kai, pt. 1
It was raining the day I first saw her, the Heretic of Anas-Kai.
The bards, or at least, our bards, would have it that the Heavens themselves wept the day she came. If that is so, then they must have had much to weep for, for it had been raining the last few weeks besides. The mud squelched thick beneath our feet and splattered our legs as we were marched out beneath that drizzling sky.
Little Natia was shivering beside me, for all her fine clothes. It was not, I think, strictly from the cold. The little Lady glanced back behind her, to where her mother and brother marched some paces behind us, prodded and poked by as many guards as we. She
A/N: Another bit of DarEtain fluff, although there's a bit of angst just near the end for anyone who's read Order 66. I just love this stuff too much.
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Tonight
By thesummerstorms/h6>
Darman was at peace. It was rare, but he was completely and utterly at peace. For once, there were no mongrel officers waiting to sneer at him, no locals to watch wearily on some dust-bowl Outer Rim planet, no hidden enemies waiting until he was asleep to cut off his gett'se and haul him in for interrogation. Not tonight.
Darman closed his eyes and took a deep breath, stretching leisurely across the double mattress as he listened for the dis
Darman had never seen a more beautiful woman in his life.
Okay, so maybe he couldn't actually see her, given she was so bundled up. It was more like he was looking at a spontaneously animated bundle of cloth and thermal suit and snow gear. But the leaping in his heart still told him she was beautiful, and he was going with it.
Jedi General Etain Tur-Mukan if she was indeed buried somewhere under the many layers of clothing- was approaching slowly, fighting against a harsh winter wind. Omega squad, looking as out of place as ever in their matte black, was waiting to take her back the base.
It felt strange to be on Fest again, Darman