Breath taker

Part 46 - In the house that casts its own shadow

We met on the sea shore

We met so far from home

Lorelai glanced back toward the Underworld, the home she'd built of ghosts and gloom. She'd done it to protect herself from Pitch, would it still be needed after tonight?

Would she be around to need it after tonight?

I wonder if I knew that day

Would be the last I roamed alone

She turned away from the realm and passed through the gates.

I stared as you called out to me

Words so kind and clear

I heard it all across the plane

"What is your name my dear?"

She took the steps towards the doors slowly, reflecting on her life and wondering how on earth she got to this point, this very day where she was forced to make this choice. A girl with loyalty worth dying for her brother, then a wife with loyalty worth killing for her lover and now a mother with loyalty to her daughters so strong she'd betray her lover.

Then we fell so deep in love

Of mind and body and soul

I wonder how I ever could've

Which one she's still not certain of.

Thought myself to be whole

She opens the door closest to the old Mansion.

We built ourselves a palace

We built it by the shore

It opens onto a field glowing in sunlight. The last time she'd been here it had been a massacre of mud and murder that war brings. But now it looks like her old memories, full of wildflowers and swishing long grasses and crickets.

This was the field she came to that fateful night.

We filled it with love and laughter

This was the field where she'd cried and screamed and ripped at her hair.

We built ourselves a home

She moves towards the forests that she'd fled through, chased by the Guardians.

But then there came a time

We'd been happy, she thought.

Feelings you could not stave

Palace so cold and quiet

The world had been good.

Our home became a grave

Why did he have to ruin it?

And so far away I fled

Fire in my heart, tears in my eyes

How awfully stupid I must have been

To take that long to realise

Why did she?

My feet took up the wanderer's march

Heart calloused into stone

She feels dizzy with memory, legs burning from walking for so long. The sun had begun to set, cloaking the trees in dusky slumber. She has an hour of travel left.

All I had, so with you gone

She'd always been a wanderer.

Again I go alone

She carries on.

But if you ever forgave my faults

In the woods where wild things grow

The moon is rising behind her as she enters the clearing and sees upon the small hill: the mansion, perfectly preserved in life as in her memories. She'd assumed that there would be some change, magic slathering it in the shadowy paint it provokes in her memory, the roof caved in, the wood decayed, but instead it still stands the worthy opponent of her memory. 

Cold, unwavering, unshakeable judgement.

Hello traitor queen

I'll meet you in that lovely place

Scythe drawn, courage waning

In the house that casts it's own shadow

She marches up the steps to her first palace.

Here's a taste of my poetry. Not my best work and I'll probably rewrite it but it works for the plot. 

Bam, we're in the mansion, now I just have to get Lorelai to stab the guy and we'll be peachy.

Have a good day/night.