For all the gods, heavenly and hellish.
For the Ophelia.
For the City of the Westernlands.
For the Aletheia Androids.
For the Laetha. For the Ophelia. For the Clarene. For the Dierne.
For Abel.
For the Dierne. For the Liathane.
For Joseph.
For the Ophelia.
For Joseph.
For the Laethelia.
For Aeron, to Kallan.
For Lyra and the Ophelia; for Desiree and the Clarene.
For Kallan. “I forgot my name again/…/
I’ll lose my mind at least another thousand times.”
For the Dierne.
For the Laethelia.
For the Clarene.
For the Dierne.
For the Laetha.
For the Ophelia (?)
“Another day, another tragedy.” For Evelyn.
For Althea Altair and Lilibell Vega; for the twin spirits. “Don’t you try and run/I’ve already won/
Before the day is done/I’ll have you undone.”
For Hawthorne Joseph. “I hear the sound of your name/
Stuck on a loop in my brain.“
Again, for him. But in acoustic. “Over and over again.”
For the Liathane. “Just one little white lie won’t hurt ya.”
For the myths, the stories, the spirits that keep me up at night.
“Strung out on ambition and desire.“
For the Clarene.
For the Western Faerylands.
For the Dierne. “I guess I wasn’t perfect/But you were further from it.”
For the Laetha & Dierne.
For the Laetha.
For the Laetha & Dierne.
For the Laetha. “But my body is tired of being torn apart.”
For Desiree, Right-Hand of the Clarene.
For Desiree, heir of the Island of Women.
For Desiree, lover of the Clarene.
For Desiree, eternal exhaustion.
