((Titled after a Regina Spektor song that got me thinking.))
Always, in my mind
I return to the sound
That haunts me.
Invading my dreams,
The most private
Of properties.
Never gaining respite,
I am hunted as the white stag
By Paladine’s chosen.
Not the cry of the girl.
Not the jangling of the bracelet.
The sound of the silence.
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