Last update: 03/06/2008. The long
silence...
She breathed in seven hundred years
and the centuries stopped;
the death of a prince forgotten
in the void between a heartbeat's beginning and its end.
Importunate, the child of modern days
drew out that age-old breath
in the shape of a single anguished answer:
Yes.
The hand that shook two worlds opened
and clasped only the power
to do everything but return
their love, given with her permission; and
waking, she sees now; the beat of a living heart
is longer than the stilled breath of half a millenium;
trapped in the eye of time she waits
for a blink.
- written by the Expresian poet Paradis Purple Rain about
Imeni, Archmagus of Ietheddia -
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