] ✞𝖔𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖜-𝖆𝖙-𝕯𝖆𝖜𝖓 [

Tomorrow, at dawn, when the fields are draped in white, I’ll set out. I know you await my sight. Through woods I’ll travel, and over hills, I’ll stride, I can no longer stay away from your side. I’ll walk with thoughts anchored deep in my soul, Oblivious to sights and sounds around my goal. Alone and unknown, with a stooped back, moving slow, Somber, feeling as if day turns to night below. I won’t glance at the gold of evening’s descent, Nor distant sails approaching Harfleur, intent. And when I arrive, I will lay on your grave A bouquet of green holly and blooming heather I’ll save.