So, everyone in the house is sick, today is Ray's birthday, World of Warcraft has devoured my soul, and I hate my job.

 Huzzah.

I have decided I am going to make another little writing journal for Phaelan. ( Some day, I'll update Mara's. )
 Now, however, I am going to assault you with a poem I wrote some time ago, at work:

Were I a lesser creature--
weaker of resolve,
uncertain in my convictions--
 I would have surrendered;
Succumb to your barrage,
 Bowed out of the circle
 and back into line.

Tantamount to suicide,
 my pilgrimage established.
Yet, I persist.
Lamenting only once--
 For your affection;
And bear your judgement
While grinding teeth
against the bit of happenstance.

Counsel unheeded,
I will always step foward,
drawing into the safety
 Of my mecca,
And pursue the horizon;
Continuing the never-ending
Quest for "Home."




End-tag:  Anyone else excited about Dirge of Cerberus?