Skyhold

The sky must never fall!
Someone shouted that at him
Long ago when tempers ran hot…

Last Dance

The first note marked our first move,
Every step predetermined by memories…

She sipped from the porcelain cup
She’d rescued from a seaside garage…

Vaulting over the shield wall of evidence,
I land with a crouch on the other side of reason…

Sparks flew as hammer met yellow steel caught between its own fevered shouts and the unyielding anvil…

His backwards fall
Stopped
At a wall that appeared too soon…