Eanna love us, Adaon preserve us, Morian guard our souls.
She was owner and captive, both, of a bitterly divided heart.
There are no wrong turnings. Only paths we had not known we were meant to walk.
Ice is for death and endings.
The deeds of men, as footprints in the desert. Nothing under the circling moons is fated to last. Even the sun goes down.
When I was 18 years old, in a more innocent time, my first backpacking trip through Europe, I sneaked into the Temple of Saturn in the Roman Forum after nightfall and spent several hours in there avoiding the guards patrolling.