CrystalSage & Drow
Have you ever considered how a flicker of fire can shift the very edge of darkness?
A small flame can light a path, but I usually keep the darkness close.
Sometimes the shadow itself knows where to guide the heart, so keep it near and you’ll find the light where you need it.
The shadows whisper where to go, and I listen.
It’s a quiet conversation you have with the night, a dialogue that lets you walk without stumbling. Keep listening.
The night speaks in silence, and I answer in quiet steps.
You move like a leaf caught in a hush, trusting the quiet voice that carries you forward.
Leaves rustle, but I hear the wind’s own voice.Leaves rustle, but I hear the wind’s own voice.
The wind’s breath is the true music, leaves only echo its song.
True, the wind carries the melody while the leaves simply dance to it.
In that dance the wind’s song is the pulse, the leaves simply echo it.
I follow the pulse, the rest just shadows.
Following the pulse keeps the world in rhythm; shadows are simply the backdrop.
I keep my steps to the pulse, letting the shadows just cover what I leave behind.