Helplessness
Tears from heaven fall this night and rain washes clean the face of
the world, but the storm you must face while I await your sweet words shall
be far greater than inclimate weather. I sit helplessly and wracked with
pain as you must stand alone atop a high mountain as the gorgon bears down
upon you.
By all the gods, deliver her safely unto me, for I know not what to
do without her.
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