Original Vären Version:
Hana layo féo té, néo wathú mité sîn
Asa méo di na thé, banadio rentoé
Hayo ména felatí
Hayo ména felatí
Asa méo di na thé, banadio rentoé
Rento mui rakosé, asa néo wathú mité sîn.
Arétha néht mélí tau, korén safa karéth mó.
Translation:
For light fades now, never call out (to) me
And though I may die, I shall live always
For you (I) loved
For you (I) loved
And though I may die, I shall live always
Live (your) life with love, and never call out to me.
Keep our story (in your) heart, believe that death (is) naught.
"It will only be a few moments." A light voice said across the counter. The guard on the other side nodded and reached for a set of keys. He took up a torch and led the robed figure down the long halls of the library.
The library had been erected only a decade or so earlier. The council of the archipelago had deemed it a noble deed to finally get around to doing, and so they had contracted Marne, the very man who had seen over the construction of the keep in Entuar-Atbe that King Thronér now resided in, to build the great fortress of lore. Marne gladly accepted this task and brought with him the finest masons and carpenters in all the reach
This is just a simple shot
At seeing what this pen has got.
Upon my floor for months has sat
Amongst old works and Danish caps.
For though a pen I always need
Oft was one that I could see.
And so there on my cluttered floor,
Near my books and by the door,
Lay this pen of flowing ink,
Until one day I thought to think
"Mayhaps I'll use that gel grip pen."
(As I had lost the other ten
Which frequented my writing room.)
Above the pen then did I loom,
And reache'd down to take its shaft
And with its touch was I enrapt
By all the things t'would help me say,
From picking up and 'till I lay
It back upon my writing desk,
Or hide it
Jonathan had taken his seat out on the porch like he normally did. It was the corner farthest from the door, so he wouldn't obstruct the oncoming and outgoing traffic through the entryway - even though there rarely was any - and so he could watch the morning rays of the sun dance through the neighbourhood. Marie had seen him sitting there, by himself, on only a few occasions. It wasn't a sight she enjoyed seeing. Jonathan always looked so far away and so alone when he sat there, his eyes looking past the horizon, to somewhere else, where his heart wanted to be.
Marie opened the screen door and came out onto the porch. Jonathan shifted his w