Chapter 19: I See Fire
"they're looking for someone to give them hope.", lamented the fox. a sullen wolf catches keith's eye. "i know the feeling. i've seen it many times before myself. that grim look of sheer misery with a faint glimmer of hope."
Charana and Elvey
Charana lamented this, but she would even more lament having to raise offspring that would have to be confined to one planet.
The Sins Behind Red Eyes
She could only stay silent at the quiet laughter coming from the young male voice beside her, tears running down her cheeks, the last lament to her kind.
That Boy's Buried Principle
No more lament, just moving forward on all four feet... scenting airs once tepid, now sweet... no longer backed into a corner by my own eye, looking inward--no antithesis, no anxiety, no fate.
Hanging Over his Head
Hanging over her head a labrynth of stone full of sorrow and lament and walls that were bent where lie crows that moan, "are you content?"
Sins of the Father
Hearkened, a demon within the puzzle box now sitting on the leather trunk stirred, and the lament configuration re-arranged.
Unspoken
You could push me off watch me fall into the sea listen to my heart's lament and leave me shattered where i lay.
Endless Time
A sad poem when i was feeling old endless time rue the day with bitter lament, thinking of wasted time you have spent, again the bell tolls as the hours pass, ever marching closer to our final mass, watching your hands age day by day,
False Wildness
Carefully trimmed plants strain with all the strength of earth's lament against the cage of man's design. perfect shapes for imperfect people as a rogue vine chokes out the steeple.
Watch
I walk this waking nightmare never seizing to end the pain and lamentations of my waking world. my only freedom is death, yet it never comes, passing over me as you would pass over an unwanted trinket.
Possession
Every day is a challenge, a new possession every moment is a lamentation, of things that once were. not a day passes that i do not wish, to be free of the burden of what once was.
The Blind Rabbit (a poem)
And it lamented that it would never know anything and everything of the world of light. it cursed its fate, it cursed its name, blind from what it surmised as a cruel joke of fate.