Land of the restless. Here…here…here I awake. The birds sing praises. Days lived in fear and not seeing beyond the wall. But in the pines, in the quiet vale…shhh…a murmuring. A Coming siege? Windswept names. The quiet brook. The past will not forget. The sweet and bitter things that have sired her. Today I shall abide. And I’ll taste them all, naked hearted and guileless, toeing through the doorway to her welcoming arms.