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Sitting on the bench outside the Second Wind Inn a young hin sings to herself. As she sings her head rests on a knee she has hugged to her chest completely oblivious to the approach of anyone. The song she sings is of struggle and love.
"Some say love, it is a river,
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say that it is the razor,
that leaves the soul bleeding.
Some say that love is a hunger,
an endless aching need."
The hin takes a deep breath before continuing.
"I say love is Like the Flower,
and you are its seed."
A tear falls down her cheek, hidden from the man that was desicrating the body, her attention completely focused on her song.
"Its the heart afraid of being hurt,
that it never learns to dance.
It is the dream afraid of fading
that it never takes chances.
Its the one that refuses to be taken,
and cannot seem to give Making the
Soul Shrival in pain so that one does
not learn to live."
The young woman closes her eyes, her voice changing in pitch slightly.
"When the night has been too lonely,
and the road has been too long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter,
far beneath the winter snows
lies the seeds that with the
sun's love in the spring blooms
the rose."
Taking another breath she finishes the song, her words barely above a whisper but clearly heard by any in earshot.
"I will always love you."
The young hin then lets a wistful sigh escape her lips as she opens her eyes and to look into the flames of the fire. As if in response to her song and mood the heavens then began to weep. A few drops land on the back of her neck causing her to squeel and run for cover.
"Some say love, it is a river,
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say that it is the razor,
that leaves the soul bleeding.
Some say that love is a hunger,
an endless aching need."
The hin takes a deep breath before continuing.
"I say love is Like the Flower,
and you are its seed."
A tear falls down her cheek, hidden from the man that was desicrating the body, her attention completely focused on her song.
"Its the heart afraid of being hurt,
that it never learns to dance.
It is the dream afraid of fading
that it never takes chances.
Its the one that refuses to be taken,
and cannot seem to give Making the
Soul Shrival in pain so that one does
not learn to live."
The young woman closes her eyes, her voice changing in pitch slightly.
"When the night has been too lonely,
and the road has been too long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter,
far beneath the winter snows
lies the seeds that with the
sun's love in the spring blooms
the rose."
Taking another breath she finishes the song, her words barely above a whisper but clearly heard by any in earshot.
"I will always love you."
The young hin then lets a wistful sigh escape her lips as she opens her eyes and to look into the flames of the fire. As if in response to her song and mood the heavens then began to weep. A few drops land on the back of her neck causing her to squeel and run for cover.