If I had to fall from Cassiel's grace, at least I know it took a courtesan worthy of Kings to do it.
We are meant to taste of life ... and drink the cup of it to the dregs, bitter and sweet alike.
The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart
Some chains are forged for us - those are the hardest to bear.
Night breeds its own sort of anticipation.
It's funny how despair can soon become an old companion