“I would close my eyes when he would appear. And I would follow him. And he would say things like, ‘come here…’ And I would go.” (VH1 Storytellers)
We are at the nadir.
Take your ease, and your happiness, and your country, and your god. Leave me alone to wail into the emptiness.
This is a lament for every child lost. Skeeter with her heart on a tree. That bat-winged boy, harbinger of death in every town, but Tori believes he is going to save her if she just follows him.
She will follow him to bottom of herself. Into Mordor. He is Lucifer, so sane, building a world out of flame. You don’t need the light on to guide you through the southern lands.
Is it really as easy as saying yes? If she burns it all down can she learn their ease? Or, is she still stuck with the beauty of her pain, screaming in the cathedral.
Sweet Jean. Not every redhead is a phoenix.