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I miss you, sweet child Daughter of the moonlit night You wandered with me A chill breath in the darkness Fear and enchantment mingled

Will the phoenix rise to find a dead world? Will he simply endure alone? To weather the storm and be reborn. To be destroyed and made anew time and time again. Perpetual pain and torment. Endurance for the sake of endurance. There is no answer. No purpose for the suffering. And no hard won prize in the end. He does not accept his fate with despondent resignation. He will be damned if it will break him. Harder than diamonds he will become through the eons. Sharper than tempered, razor-edged steel. If for no other reason than to stand. As a monument to indomitability.

    A gust of desert wind. My fatigues rustle and snap. I shield my eyes and turn away from the sandy gale. It slowly subsides into a gentle whisper. As it leaves, the breeze seems to take with it my distracted thoughts of mundane things. “How much longer do I have to stand sentry?”  “Will there be anything half-way decent to eat at the mess hall after my watch?” “Will I be able to get any sleep tonight, covered in sand and soaked with sweat on that wretched cot that’s as hard as a cracker?”              But as the breeze becomes softer, its whisper soothes me, as if with consoling words. The mellowi

regrets of failures and broken dreams humiliations of days long past all have a place deep within our hearts like a bombed out city frozen in time that never ceases to smolder yet every now and then another section finally collapses into ash stirring our memories and we find ourselves once again walking among the ruins  

mirror in your heart reveals all of your flaws take the mirror down replace it with a window look for someone who needs you

Borne forth out of death Chills swirl around and embrace Livened by her breath As it whips across my face Winter kindles life inside Early morning dew Glistens in golden sunlight Verdant shoots grow new From cold hard ground of last night Spring brings promises of hope Crickets sing their song In balmy haze of twilight Though the day is gone Its memories will burn bright Summer calls to the weary Red brown and yellow The hues of harvest have come Winds of change now blow Festivities have begun Fall is cause to celebrate

A bit of context for you: Male Shepard Origins: Colonist Reputation: War Hero Love Interest: Tali Survivors of suicide mission: entire crew This takes place directly after the events of Mass Effect 2 as Shepard is preparing to return to Earth to stand trial. Mass Effect 2 Epilogue: Parting Ways "So, you're really going to do this?" Commander Shepard looked up from his datapad and felt a passing moment of déjà vu. Tali 'Zorah Vas Normandy stood in front of his coffee table, arms crossed and head tilted slightly. It wasn't the first time she had walked into his personal quarters unannounced and undetected. It hadn't re