Vacation
I have finally returned from the city to whence I quickly made my exit. I had no time to record my thoughts on the events of my love's birthday I only had the time to run to the city to find my mother dying of consumption. She smiled softly at me as they bled her and she did not wince with the pain. The paintings of her in her youth reminded me of the older days on the plantation. The songs that she used to sing to me echoed in my head as I sat each day and watched her inner light fade one more little bit. Then she passed away, it was not a surprise nor an expectation. The pain robbed me of all feeling and my senses have not yet returned.
The girl, Isabella stole my ring and this was something that I meditated upon as I sat by my mothers bed. The ring that shown with all the light of the northern star. It was my guiding light and without it I do not know what savagery I may betray myself by committing. I cannot remember the deeds that I did when I did not sit by her bedside, when I was free to roam the city. My guiding light is gone...