A page from the journal of Ichabod Shaw
My eyesight is poor in the dark. I did not wish to come here, but my Judas legs brought me all the same. Humming. I can nearly hear it! I cannot keep from swaying. I will just leave my journal here, at the edge of the woods, just for a bit. Maybe I w...
A New Dancer Takes the Stage Page A page from the journal of Ichabod Shaw - on New World Guide Database of Lore
My eyesight is poor in the dark. I did not wish to come here, but my Judas legs brought me all the same. Humming. I can nearly hear it! I cannot keep from swaying. I will just leave my journal here, at the edge of the woods, just for a bit. Maybe I will see Her.
If I hum, I can hear the words. The cadence births verses in my mouth.
