“ sacrifice is a choice you make. loss is a choice made for you. “ { -@poetchanged, for anyone!}
TOMB RAIDER 2013 SENTENCE STARTERS
“ oh, i have never heard truer words leaving a poet’s mouth! “,
the jester replies with a despairful voice, as he swayed around the last bit of mead that remained in his cup. his cheek rested on his other hand, his eyes stuck on his alcoholic beverage.
“ cicero would not have guessed such wise, sad words from a virtuoso. “
his gaze slowly wanders over to look over at the friendly musician, looking at him from head to toe, before he grabbed a sack of gold from his belt and fished out a few golden coins, shoving them towards the bard.
“ here. for you. cicero would like to be ALONE, now. “