A Sonnet for a Starry Night
Mason’s feet dangled down off the wooden overlook, the river on its course to the sea below rushing over rock, stone, and branch, a dull roar, though a peaceful one. Though he no longer gazed at the stars overhead, or the flashing of fireflies drifting by, they found new homes on the page.
In Quel’Thalas, the Voidstorm yet raged, and though there would be pain enough, soon enough, on this excursion to Northrend of all places, the price of waiting in order to settle mind and heart was worth paying if it helped to strip the doubt-laden whispers of the Void of power.
And so he wrote, pen scratching on the pages of his worn journal:
You asked me if I felt alone, and I
replied that it was true. The stars watch o’er
us now so still, no trace of icy hoar,
a flick’rng dance, as motes of light do fly.
The sands of time slip by, as on the shore
one holds those grains and lets them slip through hands
by passage smoothed, the mem’ry on skin stands.
When you turned to go, I spoke not before
it had become too late. And so alone
I sit and write my record of this time,
a hope that when we meet again sublime
my nerve will fail me not, my tongue not stone,
and ask that you stay, a ward against the rime,
as night comes on, and moon begins to climb.
When he finished, the moon was higher indeed; he did not know how long the fevered rush of his composition had taken him, only that inspiration had seized him, and the words flowed forth.
He returned to the lodge, padding as quietly as he could on the wooden floorboards, hoping the creaking would not wake Vix. He began to settle on his own cot, but as he caught a glimpse of the stars through a crack in the window’s shutters, he stopped, and reopened his journal.
Though it pained him to injure the book so, he tore the newly-inked poem from its bindings and folded it gently, hoping it would not smudge. He feared his feet dragged like leaden weights as he left his cot to where his companion had hung her cloak and slipped the page into its folds, but his spirit dragged the fearful body on.
When he did return to his bed, sleep did not come, yet he rested still, eyes cast through the shutters and towards the stars.
( @tannoraste for Vix mention, inspiration, and screenshot credit!)
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