by aurumlupus » Fri Jul 13, 2012 12:28 am
Sev sighed. "So it begins." he stepped to the side, a fraction of a second before he would have been hit, trailing one leg behind that would hopefully trip Pyrrha. He then seemed to blur, then apear in front of her, blocking her path again.
"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more:
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
"Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man."
"And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything."