Spring Shunned a Season

Not as likely to compete or spar,

And yet, to each other a bane;

Each is its own to sing

And rains its glory shower.

To Be Set Apart

Ye young virgin clay

Not fit for mine eyes to see.

Yet, we may stay awhile

At the same time, keeping our temples undefiled

Not for the sake of vanity, but

In the pursuit of greatest purity.

Xael, the Restored (The Seven)

Xael, the Restored

I start to scream at the top of my lungs. “NOOOOOOOOOO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Why was this happening?! Where am I?! What's going to

Happen to me?! Where am I going!? What am I going to do?! My lungs

Feel exhausted from all the screaming as all the wind I've used has been lost

To the skies. My head hurts as I start to weep and lament. I'm still trying to catch

Up and understand all of what's occurred and why. It's all so overwhelming.