But there were few of us, almost me alone; we could see the shadow that oughtn’t to be.
I thought I would go on no matter what, that only would I pass, when the final of my days died into the mist. Nothing in the core of my heart could have predicted this, nothing could have steadied us for the plunge.
"Be ready, be you and wait for the wind to change,” said I, the nameless voice, unknown for a hither and yon.
Never before had I seen the city so elegantly.
Stretched out before me, thousands of lights glowed in unison, some flickering under the moon and people, chattering in the breeze.
A cool wind travelled by, and I felt it fly upon my face, for I knew that at that moment, I was at the roof of the world.
Many people looked in my direction from below, I saw them, but there was no smile their faces, or rather, I had hoped so.
Even at this late hour, there was rich merriment, and some joy echoing into the night.
Disgust. [put semi-colon here, not a full stop] I felt it twine within my soul like a dead vine.
They called for me as they beat their wings against the breeze of the air and sang peacefully with their slender tongues, as if yearning for my stay, and my story.
Together, their many colours flecked over the Lhasa River as a rainbow, drowning all grunge and foul colours, past the gloom of night.
From this was a gladness for the living beauty, and then sorrow’s anger dawned.
Awe fell upon me, and so I stood in the night, air against my face, a great longing warming my heart, and hark! the midnight bells rung.
And by heart, I leapt that fall.
Aed wrote:Days moved by as a leaf before the wind – we would wake, and gulp, as we saw our future unfold. But there were few of us, almost me alone; the bare eyes that could pierce the shadow, and see that it shouldn’t be.
I thought I would go on no matter what, that only would I surrender, when the final of my days died into the mist.
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