Allison Dark Curl

The Vow

part of: The Wanderers

by The Archives of Raynah

And so it comes to pass I leave.
I pass onto you this love we have lived between us
our eyes glinting in the sun of our
shared experience. It is yours beloved forever. Nothing can take it from you.
Remember that.

Then she died indeed and passed away into memory. Adana. She we had all loved,
he not least desperately,
who stood alone
as night fell among the stones of Ireland,
the distant sound of the sea sighing
as it crashed against the shore.