The Musings of Spring

[Bluebird]

My lady of the Silver,
my lady of Life, Alacritas;
I lament you, Father. Brother. Mother.
When you gaze upon me, are you proud?
Do I uphold all you seek?
Am I doing well?
I lament you, Jackson. Lila, sister.
I teach all that you encompass.
And yet, the thoughts I see that swirl around mankinds' minds are but a cycle of themselves;
of doubt, of uncertainty, of 'why me', 'why them', 'why this pain'.
I lament you, Calyx.
Such words that even meet Mortyl's ears -- heartbreak and tears shed and shared between both of you.
Aschea, was this pain why you strove to fight on the field with them? Why you, too, sacrificed yourself for mankind?
I lament you, Edward. Palade.
Jokul.

So many who fell.
Yes... Even you, great-grandfather; I lament you, Misfortune.
So many who are trapped; stuck within their own minds, clawing at the walls to break free.
...And even I don't know what will happen to me at the end of my invocation of you both, to reach what we dream and hope for.

I lament what lead you to this, Catildre.
But it is alright. It will be alright.

I promise.