One-shots [Reqs: 5]

Song of The Lost

"Take my hands." There was something beautiful about the voice of a man who's been starved of water. So deep, so hoarse, heavy with the sound of pain both physical and emotional, and yet so stale and dry.

"Don't let go..." There was something wonderful about the sound of chattering teeth clicking between each vowel and consonant. The way it echoes through the endless halls, bouncing off of bars and brick walls. "..until we find our way home."

"There's no path here." There was something haunting about a chorus of broken voices, all weak with death and parched life.

"There is no life." Their song was like a sailor's chant, only there was no beat to carry it. No merry chuckles, no sloshing wine, no whispering ocean currents, no babbling winds, nothing but sorrow and longing.

"Just the voices in your head.." There was no script, no lines to follow, no melody to build. Each line built upon the last, each sound adding another brick to their imaginary castle of false peace. It was a brief reprieve from the cycle. "..singing along with the dead."

"We'll burn the trees and howl with spite." Maybe you're tempted to sing along. "Take down the moon with all our broken might." Maybe you want to help.

"Listening to the forest, listening to the rain." Maybe you think there's a happy ending. "Hearing life as it drains away."

"There is no path, there is no life." Is there a happy ending? Is there? "It all will fall with the moonlight." Do you think that there's going to be a twist? That somehow, daybreak will come? 

"There is no path, there is no life." Will someone bestow a crown of light to each and every man of darkness?"There is nothing left." Is there a hero coming to make everything better?

"Not this time."

Tell that to them.