Fablewind

"After ones greatest accomplishment, what is there left to do?" A voice, melodious with a terrible calm, slipped silken through what was supposed to be empty air.    Foxwind's otherworldly reflexes were trying to bound it away at the utterance of the first word of that question... Yet it could not move and with the air caught in its lungs, it's blood froze, an arctic flash gripping it's soul as the room it was in lit up. "What more is there to do, I had to ask myself, for the thief who pulled off the greatest heist in history and stole godhood?"    What narrow hope Foxwind had that the voice was by chance not addressing it plunged with it'

The rose, she wraps around my fingers, her thorns form a haven of dark promise but prick me not. Her fragrance sweetly robs me of thought, and the vibrancy of her petals entice me. In her trance, I trace their silk drunkenly. She has me. If I intended on leaving, I could not. And I do not. She scratches me in my ecstasy, her thorns run trails over my skin. The sting is sweet, sweet as her aroma. She has me

Its not something impossible. Its not even far fetched. Its right out of my reach but its something I am fully able to grasp... if my choice were the only one involved. I just can't, I'm not able. Do you know what that's like? To have a dream at ground level, nothing aimed at the skies, and you can't achieve it? This has nothing to do with odds, its not winning the lottery. Its crossing a bloody ocean. Closing a gap of several thousand miles. And do you know whats worse? Its a dream kept back by money. Insubstantial idealism made institutional. Greed made manifest. No person blocks my way, no legitimate reason or struggle that says “A