Just hours since I learned of the great fall my childhood enemy has taken. My heart is shaken in internal squall. Yet still, there is joy which I partake in
Why feel guilt at such a time, so long sought? When others still roam the alleys of night; our nightmare meetings still frequent and fraught. The terror still real in the broad daylight.
I have been, largely, where she has now stood. I have ground teeth on the obloquy. I can’t rejoice now, though I wish I could **** this infernal anisotropy!
And yet anger smolders at the pylons; burning bridges and lashing at icons.
A few still remain but I never believed even this much justice could be had. I've learned late of this but it is still hard to decide how I feel about it. I certainly never expected to feel anything but contempt for this person but I can't help but to remember much of what they probably experienced. It's almost like reliving it and impossible to enjoy without unease.