TRAGEDY

[KosherZombie 1772]

 

TRAGEDY 

 

 

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You know to whom I write. It is you. With the lonely eyes, it is you, on the other side of the wall. Cold and alone. I speak to you. The tragedy is not your disgrace. It is not your treachery. It is not your blood. 

 

No, the tragedy is that you are alone.

 

Unsheathed blades held by lost souls staring across trodden fields, through flame and stone, wondering for what you stand. For who? Do you doubt yourselves, standing in the valley, no righteous sunlight reaching your depths? Only the pagan flames, misguided, undelivered, unworthy of your trust, leading you deeper, deeper into the cave, from which there may be no escape.

 

Let the scent of fresh air reach you. Let a feeble glimpse of sunlight glance against your pauldrons. For know this yet today, that while you may not stand for me, I stand for you. But it will not be enough. I am not enough. It is only a taste. I cannot offer deliverance.

 

I offer only a hand. Your brothers hand. To pull you from the depths. To offer a future basked in Godly light. To offer a future of brotherhood, of friendship, like we had once. The tragedy is what has been lost. But tragedy is not yet despair.

 

Hear me now.

 

You alone can take my hand. You alone.

 

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H A. Horatii

Published by the Horatii Clan

8^th of Sigismund’s End, 1741

 

[1_Language_1 1671]

Matthias uses his left hand to tuck this missive away into a book, filled with all the other Horatii missives. He enjoys reading these.