Sealed Lips
With my lips sealed, I will watch the world end.
Tell me a secret, One more yet, To whom could I ever say it, summoner?
I feel these beating hearts, Dumps of life, I feel life leaving The dead bodies Of those who lost. I hear the ticking Stubbornly subdued Of this political gear, Which breaks my soul, Which illuminates the scene.
And ten fast fingers, On the fairy instrument, And the world changes, When I play, alone.
Who ever asked me How does it feel to be me? Or if I'm happy? Or if I'm sad?
Feeling the infinite Tight between my lips, And the death there, Just under the tongue, Without having the power, To express anything.
The world is just words we use to describe it. We are just words that are used to describe us. Then I have no power over this world, Or maybe not? Maybe my power is in silence, In the fact that my silent voice is the most eternal, And it does not fear the incidence of time.
Because my music is purest life, It is the fall of the angels and their return; This life is all a stage, And if I can not tell the suffering of a woman, Then this room is ruined under the weight of a note.
And may the infinite be set free, And may the world collapse, then, And can these secrets I can not express, Floating one after the other to meet the world.
May Love find me out and have a good hearing, May my voice be the instrument And may it never age.
A pendulum between the misfortune and the privilege, This is my life, But now tell me a secret, One, another, For life is a great stage, And some can not be part of the choir, And then tell me a secret, And I'll make your own voice More noble than the song of the phoenix, playing, For you, Summoner.
What melody do you want us to listen to today?
Sona. *
"We all know about your crazy political plans, and we could interrupt them if we just wanted to." "Try, then! Do you feel any better now that you have summoned me to tell this?" "My dear, the council is not here to judge you. We all know the truth of the facts in this room." "You also know that I could kill you all if there were not such magic shields to protect you" "Sharp, as always. So let's start ..." "Quiet, I have an unlimited time" "... the girl is becoming too powerful. We can not stand openly against her, or take action, or new rules for the Arenas of Justice, without Demacia coming against the mechanism ..." "Someone seems to be afraid of losing power ...." << In addition, she knows too many secrets ... people, champions, do not know how to keep their mouths shut. When she came here we thought we could control her easily, now she's becoming a problem. If she reached her full potential, she could quickly take over. Yes, even on you. The Arene of Justice system can not afford such a thing. We can not afford such a thing. The balance between city-states must remain fragile. We ask for help. " "Do you really think I can help you under blackmail? Do you really think you can put the sticks in the wheels to me? Snouts, stupid, mortals." "We can give you what you are looking for, we can send peace forces to the north, and destabilize the area just enough so you can get the power. We can help you and we can help a lot but neutralize the girl, Without too many stories, without causing anyone to suspect. "
In the room of the High Council of Evocators, silence fell. A frosty and penetrating silence. Outside it was night, everyone slept. A creeping noise, maybe a step? The central door opened with a slight bite; Struck by the light of the moon, her hand - the claw, as she called it - laid on the door, Lissandra smiled.
"To begin with, we could give her the voice, again. However, she would have recovered it shortly, you did a mediocre job, taking it off. >> The door closed. The summoners smiled, The smiles are vaguely casted out by the shadow of a doubt, By a question too big to be expressed.. aloud.
[Chronicles of Valoran, IV]
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