It is over. I have surrendered the keys, which some say were keys of binding and loosing. Well, at least one was a key of lifting, and another the key of preparation. I have surrendered everything and given up my long burden. I go now into the West, not to be seen by mortals for a time, a time, and more.
It is said that when the ravens no longer fly around the White Tower, the City that belongs to Lugh of the Long Hand is soon to fall. I do not know if wyverns will ever cease. I trust that they will continue to soar, on those wings framed in the deep blue tincture of the Spirit of God.
Labels: Departure, Towers, Wyverns
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Go and rest your weary head, but tarry not too long in the west, ere we come to seek you out.
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