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08/21/2004 Entry: "Thought Records of Elena, Lady Nox: Sartael"

Sartael hangs naked from the Weeping Tree,
his left foot bound unseen to some thick bough
above him, his right leg bent at a painful angle
to the other. Perhaps it is broken; he trickles
the blood of a God from a hundred small gashes
and cuts, as well, but the most grievous wound
is his left eye. There, the tip of an arrow as black
as the darkest sky and edged with flecks of stars
protrudes, collecting the rivulets of blood from your
Lord's ruined eye before it drips...drips...drips down
into the spring. Behind him, the shaft of this
magnificent arrow has broken. It can be seen behind
his skull, but the fletching and more is lost, and
against your will, you are filled with sorrow.

--John S. Novak, III, Humility's Regal

if all the world could only see
the bloody sunrise washing over me
the hopes and dreams that set me free
the fears and doubts that cause chains to be
if all the world watched over me
controlling hands of two or three
eyes that watch when I cannot see
bars and crosses to capture me
snares that imprison something wild and free
tell me, oh tell me how this could be
that all the world, itself so free
would want to crush and torture me
tell me now, this should not be
could not, would not, hamper me
and all these bonds and wounds you see
will come to dust and no more be
and then shall I, so wildly free
take the place I ought to be
and soar above the things you see
this I promise--wait and see!

~~~~~
Until next even, good dreaming be unto ye all.

Elena Hernandez, Lady Nox
Marchessa of Night
Viscountess of Dreams