Once he'd thought that love was infinite, twining in and out of hope and memory like a braid with three strong strands, so much the Bright Tower of every human's life and soul.
He'd changed his opinion. And now he wonders again.
Since he's changed one Tower for another, and all.
Death is for him, now, defying what the Man in Black had said in their palaver in the golgotha, so long ago.
But she's not his forever. And the Dark Tower -- it's not forever. Not for him.
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Once he'd thought that love was infinite, twining in and out of hope and memory like a braid with three strong strands, so much the Bright Tower of every human's life and soul.
He'd changed his opinion. And now he wonders again.
Since he's changed one Tower for another, and all.
Death is for him, now, defying what the Man in Black had said in their palaver in the golgotha, so long ago.
But she's not his forever. And the Dark Tower -- it's not forever. Not for him.
So what's left but love?