And the old man's apprentice flew too close to the sun, and fell; and the master's exile was self-imposed, for the knowledge that if he'd pursued him, he'd have found only a broken heart and a shattered shell for his trouble.
I bend to the will of the universe, the unwritten law that says that neither you nor yours should be, and I will correct my mistakes in time. Darkness is a false mistress; she will devour you for your fidelity, as some malign insect feeds off of its mate. I see the shadow of her grin hanging over your shoulder even now. Blind I may be, but never willfully.
I know my sins, though perhaps your vision is too clouded to perceive them. I thought to give a foolish child wings, and freedom, and he led the hosts of the Angel Of Death to my door for my trouble. I will not be so kind again.
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I bend to the will of the universe, the unwritten law that says that neither you nor yours should be, and I will correct my mistakes in time. Darkness is a false mistress; she will devour you for your fidelity, as some malign insect feeds off of its mate. I see the shadow of her grin hanging over your shoulder even now. Blind I may be, but never willfully.
I know my sins, though perhaps your vision is too clouded to perceive them. I thought to give a foolish child wings, and freedom, and he led the hosts of the Angel Of Death to my door for my trouble. I will not be so kind again.
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She is as any mother - strict with fools.
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Try again ):
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