“And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
“The world is gray, even the rays of the sun do not penetrate my eyes as they did before. The rays that shown off the water with each wave as it rushed to the shore and kissed my feet. Colors used to cling to the trees and dance across the rolling skies. Now, the shadows claim and the world remains uninterested in the beauty of vibrant life. The world remains the same, I’ve tried to reach them. To let them know, I did my best. I left all that I could. There was so much more I could have done. Now, the wastelands of my home surround me, the tears that waste away soak into the sheets.”
Celestine slammed the book close, rolling her eyes. She peered up to see someone enter her chambers where her slumbering form remained. Slowly, she rose from her seat and peered towards the bed. “You look like shit, you know? When is the last time you had a drink?” She inquired, peering around the crimson sheer that dangled from the posters of her bed. “Yesterday? My, my.” She commented, as if she were simply having a conversation. But, with whom? A grin formed upon her visage, wild and full of mischief.
“I have errands to run, dear. Don’t tear up my estate, alright?” A hand waved to those within the room, a meeting it seemed but one she paid no real attention to. “I wonder where that little bird ran off to.”