Reaper's Gale/Chapter 24

Epigraph
If these were our last days If all whose eyes can look inward Now passed from ken Who would remain to grieve? As we hang our heads Beset by the failure of ambition Eyes see and are indifferent Eyes witness and they are uncaring. The stone regard of the statues Guarding the perfected square Is carved as warm As history's soft surrender, And the dancing creatures In and out of our gaping mouths Alone hear the wind moaning Its hollow, hallowed voice. So in these our last days The end of what we see is inside Where it all began and begins never again A moment's reprieve, then darkness falls. The Unwitnessed Dance Fisher kel Tath

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