Hurry Up, Mundie Boy, We've Got Work

Black For Hunting Through The Night For Death And Mourning The Color's White Gold For A Bride In Her Wedding Gown And Red To Call The Enchantment Down White Silk When Our Bodies Burn Blue Banners When The Lost Return Flame For The Birth Of A Nephilim And To Wash Away Our Sins. Gray For The Knowledge Best Untold Bone For Those Who Don't Grow Old Saffron Lights The Victory March Green To Mend Our Broken Hearts Silver For The Demon Towers And Bronze To Summon Wicked Powers -shadowhunter Children's Rhyme

Endless Hope, Endless Disappointment.

Tessa Had Begun To Tremble. This Is What She Had Always Wanted Someone To Say. What She Had Always, In The Darkest Corner Of Her Heart, Wanted Will To Say. Will, The Boy Who Loved The Same Books She Did, The Same Poetry She Did, Who Made Her Laugh Even When She Was Furious. And Here He Was Standing In Front Of Her, Telling Her He Loved The Words Of Her Heart, The Shape Of Her Soul. Telling Her Something She Had Never Imagined Anyone Would Ever Tell Her. Telling Her Something She Would Never Be Told Again, Not In This Way. And Not By Him. And It Did Not Matter. "it's Too Late", She Said.

By The Angel, Bridget’s Depressing,” Said Henry, Setting Down His Newspaper Directly On His Plate And Causing The Edge To Soak Through With Egg Yolk. Charlotte Opened Her Mouth As If To Object, And Closed It Again. “it’s All Heartbreak, Death And Unrequited Love.” “well, That Is What Most Songs Are About,” Said Will. “requited Love Is Nice, But It Doesn’t Make Much Of A Ballad.

That Though He Is Weak, He Can Still Burn.