Melkor
*Silent antagonist*
I have no memory of this place.
You've changed my sweet forum.
Once you sat above the heavens, beyond even the reach of Medb herself, and higher than Morrigan's foul wings can fly.
You were grand and precious! A golden hall of heroes.
Now... You confuse me. You are filled with strangers, graves, and riddles.
Of course even now I am betraying our name, our sanctity.
To trust in script is treacherous, for it is fickle and short lived.
Memory is the only truth, you taught me that.
But all things pass Forum... Perhaps you are not gone, but transcended, shifted.
Behind the gossamer thin veil.
I shall hunt for you, betwixt narrow bridges and hollow hills, Annwn and Carbonek, where Sidhe tread and Fomorii lurk!
But Forum...
I am the greatest fool. I love another more than I love myself, and I taught my beloved how to bind me to herself, and now...No-one can set me free.
My body is broken. I go to my fathers. And even in their mighty company I shall not now be ashamed. A grim morn and a glad day, and a golden sunset!
There.
A swansong worthy of Lir's weeuns.
I am proud.
Go fuck yerselves.
You've changed my sweet forum.
Once you sat above the heavens, beyond even the reach of Medb herself, and higher than Morrigan's foul wings can fly.
You were grand and precious! A golden hall of heroes.
Now... You confuse me. You are filled with strangers, graves, and riddles.
Of course even now I am betraying our name, our sanctity.
To trust in script is treacherous, for it is fickle and short lived.
Memory is the only truth, you taught me that.
But all things pass Forum... Perhaps you are not gone, but transcended, shifted.
Behind the gossamer thin veil.
I shall hunt for you, betwixt narrow bridges and hollow hills, Annwn and Carbonek, where Sidhe tread and Fomorii lurk!
But Forum...
I am the greatest fool. I love another more than I love myself, and I taught my beloved how to bind me to herself, and now...No-one can set me free.
My body is broken. I go to my fathers. And even in their mighty company I shall not now be ashamed. A grim morn and a glad day, and a golden sunset!
There.
A swansong worthy of Lir's weeuns.
I am proud.
Go fuck yerselves.