I have disgraced my family and friends. My name is like a blot upon the
rolls of history. I must make amends in the proper way.
I just made my peace with the Gods...
I watch the Tamahome goes bad FY eps and now I stand before the rising
sun in white rainmet a band across my belly.
Behind me stands my roomate (I would have said trusted friend but my
roomate's been wanting to do this for years.....
I have written a poem for the occasion flowing water and wind created
out of delicate brushstrokes on rice paper I read it aloud and drop it
into the brazier which burns sweet incense. It flares briefly and is gone.
With the blade I cut.
I never even feel the stroke which ends my life.
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Well I hope my ritual death has satisfied all....
now I'll go on as before....as we all know a child of Amber is like
Captain Scarlet -nigh indestructable.
Robyn.
On Thu, 3 Jul 1997, Tempest wrote:
story ....
SO...
Soooo, maybe you just scared off the rest of the lurkers by saying
this. If it was a subconscious thing that made them write in an hour
what they wouldn't normally write ever, you just ruined it!
Of course, I'm probably wrong, and I'm not meaning to say that this
is your fault. But it sometimes isn't necessary to vocalize all of
your Theories, just put them into action.
Adam Chris Leigh
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Nene Nene Nene Nene Nene Nene Nene Nene Nene
I met a Lady in the Meads,
Full beautiful, a faery's child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light
And her eyes were wild.
J.Keats
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Agent Of Chaos. Robyn, Duke of Amber. Unicorn Knight
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