[Mali]

mo(u)rning dew

the morning starts off with wet tears in her eyes.

she uses the birdsong to expose her lament to the sleeping...

her long, brown curls hanging loosely, framing

her body as she sway.

when the morning comes.

when the mourning comes.

she predicts the death of a man and i wonder

who will die today?

"Can you see me?" Before every battle - she whispers a silent prayer to the god below and in response, does she find beauty spiraling upon the battlefield. Velvet pistills and petals loitering the ground, covering the tangled knots of grass beneath her and her enemy's feet. Like knotted dreams and intertwined fates, there is something that she knew that she couldn't run from. No matter what. No matter how many injuries she might possess. No matter how many times she loses...If there is someone, who is genuinely in need, she'll fight for them. But this is much different when it's...Her mother. There isn't rage...But instead, a silent acceptance. Two against three...No....Three against three? She smiles. And bows her head in gratefulness to Huatl for his presence. And thanks her mother for the years and time spent. And thanks the hero of Osrona for stepping out of the shadows. Together, do they fight. Together, do they fall.

"Because nobody else does."

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"Most people don't write to their gods...But I feel the need that I should. More often than naught...People often forget about you until they need you. But I want you to know that you are on my mind constantly...and that I'm always trying to find new ways to give thanks to you for the amazing gifts, and beauty, and the privileges that come with being your daughter. Know that no matter how much that I might struggle. That I might lose or bleed or suffer...I won't be like the Sachiko Hellsings of this world. I won't be like the Drakanites that have hunted their own kind...I'll be everything that you need in one and more. For you, Huatl, Ryuujin. I will. For you, I will. And I'll show everybody...How much more beautiful I can be while I'm in your hands. Thank you...Thank you...Thank you, for loving me. I'm sorry for being so weak." - T a k a

i'll do better next time..
i wont let your death be in vain.