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Oct. 9th, 2004
A Father's Love
He is so still, my son. The fire that flowed in his viens is gone, seeped out to baptise these stones that he lays so still upon. What have I done? How could I have allowed this light, this shining spirit, to extinguish itself? I must make things right.
The oil is sweet and cloying, and clings to our skin. Soon, my son, soon, we shall both be beyond Evil's hand. Be at rest, Faramir. It is a father's duty to ensure his children's saftey. And we shall depart in a fire so brilliant, no shadows shall touch us again.
He is so still, my son. The fire that flowed in his viens is gone, seeped out to baptise these stones that he lays so still upon. What have I done? How could I have allowed this light, this shining spirit, to extinguish itself? I must make things right.
The oil is sweet and cloying, and clings to our skin. Soon, my son, soon, we shall both be beyond Evil's hand. Be at rest, Faramir. It is a father's duty to ensure his children's saftey. And we shall depart in a fire so brilliant, no shadows shall touch us again.