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the winds of change are blowing hard against me, rushing towards the blank path ahead. I see the horizone before me, bleak and empty, and I fear for what is beyond the void. Crimson drops of fire and life, bleeding from within, I feel the life blazeing with a great fire, burning me. I know that the powers are to great to controll for long, I am to weak to hold back the flood. I fear that I shall be washed away, that all trace of my being will be swept away on the tides of time. Shall I be nothing more than a memmorie? A dream carried apone the winds of fate?

A scream, a wisper, drowned out. A storm carries me beyond the reach of the few who would save me. A darkness within me drives me away. I see inside the darkness, I see what lays in wait for me there, I fear the darkness within. I fear the darkness, but I fear what may befall those around me should the darkness be freed. A song of sorrow, filled with tears, all that I have to lay at the feet of judgement.

I accept my loneliness, it is the price for freedom. Not my own, but for those who surround me. I gather the scatterings of lives, weaveing them into a new thread of fate. A thread that I release once more into the world that I must dwell within. Shards of shadows fall at my feet, sharp as glass, cutting deep. I bleed, my life, spills apone the ground at my feet. Its warmth pulling and melding the shards together. One peice, one life, a life of such worth, yet I must be apart from it