Chapter Seven.

I travel these Strangeways watching the procession of the stars with a hope to find you there in the sparkling folds of night.
My feet are tired, my mind is weary, my heart is restless.
I live in the shadow of an ancient dream, one that I am forced to view and remember with stark clarity, for I was the one who slept in the serene capsule of eternity and dreamt of all that could be.
And you slept beside me and shared that dream.
Without your love, I walk with a crestfallen constitution, and the only comfort I find is in the magical brew of my drinking horn.
Although I have lost many battles, I am yet a warrior: my sword is my quill, my shield is my memory, and my armor is my undying love for you.
Although I've been defeated, my head is not down...with my ancient eyes I look up toward the stars, for you are a star, and someday I will find you there in the dark glittering expanse above
me.
I can recall a...