RedicaTranscension

When A Reed Whispers In The Night The night was an abnormally cold one in the deserts of Scorchclan, espicially at this time of year, but then that might just have been the young Tom that was walking around, not being able to sleep yet again. He wanders outside of the camp, staying well away from the waters edge as he nears the ocean and watches the black waves in the night reflecting the stars. He then looks up towards Mysticclan above, wondering, not for the first time, if anyone was truly up there, or if they were just kidding themselves to make themselves feel better about when a loved one passed. He looked back to the churning waves a

'Tis more than Corpse can bear to be alone Too weak for tears, although they be my right As I reorganize a cluttered home Brain falls to moping, goes without a fight. It's quiet here, my hands, my arms, my hips Even the neighbours, quiet, by and by What I'd pay for a touch of voice or lips Please, sigh I hear, be someone else's sigh. Though well I know I'll be fine in a day Right now, all is an ache for Corpse and mind Oh! every time I give myself away A tired aftermath comes close behind. Long after midnight, still we spoke, awake— Now Brain commands an aching heart to break.