sojournstudio

The house is dark, I'm all alone. On your pillow, Lingers your cologne. Your boots are still, Beside the door. But you'd gone off, To fight the war. I try to hold it, All inside. I can't count, The tears I've cried. It's been a week, But feels like years. Months to come, Of counting tears. The house is dark, I'm all alone. Counting the days, Til you come home.

He knelt before the gleaming marble altar.  Senior Steeleye Saroff said nothing, leaving the Paladin to his quiet prayers.  That the huge man was here and in full ceremonial armour spoke of weighty matters. After many long moments, the silence of which was broken only by the chanted hymns honouring Helm, Sir Andreas rose to his feet.  He turned to face the nave, looking up to the softly glowing window set above the doors, trying to take comfort in the All-Seeing Eye depicted in the stained glass.  Drawing his sword, he rested its tip upon the floor and waited. The witnesses arrived and the Knight bowed to welcome each in turn.  The Oracle o