Signý knew she would die a thousand deaths upon seeing another woman with him, bearing his children, raising them with him. All the while, Signý, caged in his dungeons, hearing all the painful details of his life with someone else, drowning in her own despair, her love for him turning to hatred. A more tragic life, she could not imagine.
death despair farrah-naseem hatred sacred tragic
The lines of fate on my hand, once so bright, faded into echo. The memory of his face in my dreams, once so luminous passed into shadow.
dreams farrah-naseem fate sacred
Her heart was leading her where it belonged. To him.
farrah-naseem heart sacred
She looked from the hilt protruding between her breasts into the eyes of the boy she loved. The golden light in them enfolded her and her heart stopped beating, leaving the ghost of her smile on her mouth. Her vacant eyes mirrored something infinitely close to peace.
farrah-naseem heart peace sacred tso-love
But that did not stop her heart from shattering into countless pieces or her soul from shredding into slivers.
farrah-naseem heart sacred soul
Self-defense was an accepted motive for murder.
farrah-naseem motive murder sacred self-defence
And he howled in agony, in a pain that would never cease as long as he lived. His tortured voice echoed in those mountains for a long long time..
agony farrah-naseem pain sacred
