“There are many ways to mourn. My uncle’s was to stop speaking. My father’s was to weep. Mine was to break things. My mother’s was to break me.” –The Black Rose of Gondor
flow my tears, fall from your springs :: exiled forever let me mourn :: where night's black bird, her sad infamy sings :: there let me live, forlorn. Mourning Angel with Black Wings.
“There are many ways to mourn. My uncle’s was to stop speaking. My father’s was to weep. Mine was to break things. My mother’s was to break me.” –The Black Rose of Gondor